BubbsPoetry

"I don't pledge the allegiance to America's flag, on which my ancestor's backs it was built on. And to the racism, for which it stands. This nation, not one at all. Without unity and no freedom for all."  ✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

Hey to you all and thank you so much for supporting me along my writing journey. I have a book coming out soon titled, "Getting Stronger," which I am very proud about. I hope you all can support when the time comes. This link is to my book release interview. I how you all take the time out to watch it and share for me as well. I would greatly appreciate. Also hit the subscribe button for more great content from my husband and I 😊. Stay blessed my loves!  LINK TO INTERVIEW BELOW! https://youtu.be/OMHvGFc24x0

Dear future son, Because of your parents, you have been blessed with the fortunate misfortune of being black. More specifically, a black man in America. Of carrying melanin, like they carry hate. Like they carry guns. Like they carry sticks and stones, yet their words consistently pierce through skin. So don't let that phrase fool you. Being black, being a man, living in America is not an easy job. Yet, there are no bonuses or incentives for getting through to the next day. Only smiling mothers and crushed white Male egos.  Because they've been trying to take you down, since the MayFlower. Trying to keep you from blooming and having more black sons.  Wishing you would miss the boat that Noah built, while forcing you on another.  Dear future black son, I am begging God to protect you.  From those who used your ancestors as a crutch, tool.  Then tossed them to the side when the work was done.  While his brothers praised him for a job well done. ...

We sit in the bed that the flowers have made for us. They celebrate us while we're alive. We celebrate our love like the color orange. Not many people give it the credit. But, we know that the underrated soon traps those Under their feet. Cause our love is undefeated. Blossoming like wildflowers coming back stronger and better. Sit with me. And hold me like the sky holds the day. The clouds hold the rain. The sun holds our skin and places it back with a glow. That's why you're so important to when things are so dark. I need you to illuminate, guide me. Like God nested in you to show me the closest thing He could find to compare to Him. So I would understand what love really means. And let's not pick arguments like we pick flowers. Let's keep everything in its place. Where it should be. Us both dwelling in this garden. Finding ourselves in our eyes, in these flowers.  This poem was inspired by this picture. What do you feel/see looking at this p...