white t-shirting it
the masses moving like blackstrap molasses
Black boys trying to be black men too soon
broken ’till appeased and tempted with hell’s delicacies again
Black boys feeling all crazy inside
bending the sun to bow down to their anger
Black boys hustling
mischief heavy at the bottom of their shoe
stepping in time to the street’s rhyme
Black boys wondering if anybody sees their soul
feels their waterfalls
carries their burdens
listens to their eternal scream
Black boys gifted but crying
Black boys shining but dying
for the holes in them means a hole in somebody else
and color to a bullet is irrelevant
somebody else who had nothing to do with their pain
but now a part of it as a cyclone picks up everything in its path
the dust with the rain
Black boys wanna play outside
wanna show their heart
without the bruise of “wuss”
and the brand of “fagot”
tattooed on them forever
Black boys amazing
so amazing it makes me cry because they don’t know it
their realities wear down their spirit
as harsh choppy waters erode rocks over time
and they live out their wounds
reach for poisons to fill their voids
Black boys do you hear your Grandmothers’ prayers?
Do you feel the innumerable tears
that cover and encapsulate you as the womb did?
Mommas wanna put you back in there, you’ll be safe maybe
Black boys do you feel that you stand a chance
against this war-torn country and war-torn corners
and war in you?
Black boys wielding fists to say
“I am here”
“I have power”
“Don’t disregard me”
“Don’t look through me”
“Look at me”
Black boys do you know why you’re so tired?
why it’s getting harder to run and play?
Because you’re wearing someone else’s shoes too big for you
they don’t fit
you shouldn’t be the one raising the family
Black boys should be allowed to just be Black boys
Black boys Sing!
until you drown our street sirens
on your knees not with your fists
until those scabs fall off
use the pain to motivate your wings
Black boys hear my prayers
Know that God is painting your life
even though the dark colors it will become clear
and a beautiful picture will appear
That portrait is you, and God’s dreams for
Black boys coming true.
Excerpt from the book Serenading Flowers
About the Author
Jaz is an actress, ASCAP member-songwriter, published poet, model and singer from Philly, PA. Jaz is pursuing her BA in Theater Studies at Temple University. She is a member of Temple’s Golden Key International Honour Society and on the Dean’s List. Jaz was also just awarded as a 2017 honoree of Who’s Who Among Students in American Universities and Colleges.
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