One day while on my front steps under a Mars red sky a child’s ball rolled into my foot he retrieved it thanked me and scurried back to his family in the distance
all in one swift breath
In that moment I said “no worries.”
But when I reminisce about the times when I was in your Velcro kicks what I really wanted to say is that I hope they raise you to become a Phoenix.
I hope they teach you to rise from any ash beneath you I hope they teach you to respect and feel blessed, to never be the prey of jackals in men’s clothing to know when life is the boxer or the ring to know when life is the boat or the typhoon tide you must find a way to swim through
I hope they teach you never to treat a woman like something can be bought I hope they teach you what LGBT means I hope they teach you what BLM means I hope they teach you what USA means and is because at times those clash
I hope you never let the words of another mouth enter your psyche and leave with your pride
I hope you never become a fan of mumble rap I hope you appreciate real rap I hope you never get dumped on your birthday I hope you never learn what desperation feels like
and I sincerely hope that they teach you to care about what others face and that growing older is the farthest thing from a race.