Tell Him
Tell Him
I want to tell my future son: watch your brother
tell him no matter what he wears he will fit the description
tell him don't be visible in the wrong light
tell him don't wear those pants like that
tell him to go to school
tell him to prepare for total warfare
tell him: tell your brother for me, because i couldn't handle you coming into my living
room on a unexpected night saying they got him
they got who
they got him.
Watch your brother. Tell him
no matter what he wears he will fit the description
tell him about Oscar
tell him about Aiyana
Sean
Carlos
Sergio
Danny
Shaima
tell him about Trayvon and these statistics that define us
Tell him that no matter how smart he gets it does matter
Tell him no matter how he dresses it is still an invitation
Tell him if nigger sounds familiar just don't reply
And tell him to riot
tell him this is no time to be quiet
tell him he is my Zion
tell him that those invisible whips on his back last for years to come
generation after generation,
slug after slug your blood is not red, quicksilver not matured enough to know,
that this is how it’s supposed to be and this is how things are,
tell him that through him all of importance comes
forth, tell him him he is my balance
and tell him to keep a back pocket journal to write his dreams down, so he can know black boys do have hopes and
i, his yeyo, know his scars are permanent and distinctive, and that when he hurts
he should pray to his maker, because these days death doesn't know what color your skin
is, death doesn't know what color your skin is, but injustice always seems to target
those with melanin.
and i will tell you, you are your brother's keeper
so keep him
please
I want to tell my future son, watch
your
brother
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