Family | Parenting

How Do You Survive a Child Meant to Survive You?

My mind is years ahead, trying to imagine an America whose cherished ideals hold true even for a little Black boy like mine.

bet not be goin’ to people’s houseseatin’ and drankin’ everything up

Why’d you take my baby from me?

How could you be so spooked by Black or blinded by blue?

How do I survive a child preordained to survive me?

Why do I still cry, still whisper into the darkness of night—

my baby, my baby, my baby?

How do I piece together the bits of my shattered mind?

How do I mend the deepest of my wounds

my blood stained black and blues?

About another seven, if he’s lucky