Rest In Eternal Peace Baby Boy
The tears fall from my ever-aching broken heart
As I hear the news of another soul who departs
Our Sons are being murdered on the streets
There is no justice, there is no peace
That’s my Son with the braids and baggy jeans
With the Jordan’s and the baggy tee
That’s my Son with the headphones and hoody
With the durag and cap, who calls me mommy
Prejudged on sight and forever a victim
We try our hardest to prepare and protect them
We give them the talk and make sure they know their rights
Being a black man is a lifelong fight
We send them out into the world and we hold our breath
Until they are safely back home we cannot rest
The institutions, the police, the government all play their
domineering role
Only for our Son to be taken by one of our own
My heart bursts with tears as it ruptures and bleeds
Where did we fail? What did we not teach?
We could not keep you home and be with you all day
For you to grow and become a man we had to step away
Taking your life was not a choice for them to make
As parents I do not know how much more we can take
We never want to lose our son to these streets
But the lessons our Son is taught are not the same we all
teach
The reality of the world is dismal and bleak
Children killing children are not words we should speak
Dying nameless, alone and with none of the comfort that only
a parent can bring
Lives are being taken long before their calling
My heart breaks for you and for the eternal loss you feel
I wish you could wake up from your nightmare and for none of
it to be real
Because when I see your baby and hear people report of ‘another
one’
I comprehend the reality whereby that could be my Son
© L. Blair
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