Dear Future Son
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 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.
At building a country, that was never his in the first place.
Did you know that America is the biggest thing plagiarized?
See they didn't know how tough you were.
How well you could adapt.
How overcoming was more than a word to you.
But, a life goal whether here on earth or after.
They try to take away your happiness forgetting about your joy.
Something only God can give,
Someone they try to play, but could never be.
Trying to give the world over to hate,
But hate could never take away what love has claimed.
It has no authority.
So my future black baby boy.
Conquer each day with a smile.
And if you get angry it's okay.
But know that they will then try to classify you as a thug.
As if emotions are only reserved to the melaninless.
But see they only call you that because They Hate Utter Greatness.
And don't listen to the lies that black men don't cry, because even Jesus wept.
And I pray He hears my pleas.
Because your father and I want the best for you.
So here is some advice.
Above all love God.
Never let your demons overcome your heart, mind and soul.
Respect your father and I.
Never allow anyone to call you a Nigga!
Be unapologetically you.
Respect your fellow black queens.
Never neglect your offspring.
Always look men in the eyes, they need to see who's son you are.
Never give up on yourself.
Be kind even to the kindless.
And most importantly above all, love God.
I pray that God one day shows me worthy enough for you.
My sweet black baby boy.
I love you King 🤴🏾
Sincerely, your mother.
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.
At building a country, that was never his in the first place.
Did you know that America is the biggest thing plagiarized?
See they didn't know how tough you were.
How well you could adapt.
How overcoming was more than a word to you.
But, a life goal whether here on earth or after.
They try to take away your happiness forgetting about your joy.
Something only God can give,
Someone they try to play, but could never be.
Trying to give the world over to hate,
But hate could never take away what love has claimed.
It has no authority.
So my future black baby boy.
Conquer each day with a smile.
And if you get angry it's okay.
But know that they will then try to classify you as a thug.
As if emotions are only reserved to the melaninless.
But see they only call you that because They Hate Utter Greatness.
And don't listen to the lies that black men don't cry, because even Jesus wept.
And I pray He hears my pleas.
Because your father and I want the best for you.
So here is some advice.
Above all love God.
Never let your demons overcome your heart, mind and soul.
Respect your father and I.
Never allow anyone to call you a Nigga!
Be unapologetically you.
Respect your fellow black queens.
Never neglect your offspring.
Always look men in the eyes, they need to see who's son you are.
Never give up on yourself.
Be kind even to the kindless.
And most importantly above all, love God.
I pray that God one day shows me worthy enough for you.
My sweet black baby boy.
I love you King 🤴🏾
Sincerely, your mother.
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