Poetry Den

Blackboy,
This is a poem to Blackboy, 
Not to mourn Trayvon or Yusef, not to celebrate Barack or Martin, not to revere Emmit, Medger, Langston, Richard,Thurgood, Adams, Booker, or DuBois,
This is a poem to Blackboy,
To the boy that looks in the mirror and see a reflection that terrifies the world,
To the boy whose skin connects them to a history rooted in pain and perservance,
To the boy who is seen as the problem and not the solution,
This is a poem to Blackboy
To the boy that was raised fatherless, motherless or biparental, but still searches to find his place in the world,
To the boy who when confident is called arrogant, when insecure is called incapable,
This is a poem to Blackboy,
To the boy that holds rhythm, song and poetry in his heart,
To the boy that defines poetry in motion with a ball, a bat, an open field,
This a poem to Blackboy,
Whose strength and potential are endless,
Who don’t need or want a hand out but the respect due any boy still growing to become a man, this is a poem to Blackboy,
A poem to remind him he is more than his body, he is a mind and a soul, a spiritual being living a challenging experience,
A poem not to encourage, but to wake up, not to cease, but to push, to believe that he is who he is, this is a poem to Blackboy
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