Words for Busta – A brief tome for you on your way home …

The news hit like bricks

on a newscast – as my spirit told me

not to click past.

When one from the legions leave –

a hole is left.

Those cruel reminders that

this place ain’t our home.

It isn’t often

that I encounter a soul.

That is a planet

rather than a moon
in that the sheer gravity
of their goodness
pulls others
into their orbit –

power in numbers
compelling others
to aspire higher –

I was honored
to bear witness
to molding of the minds
by a truly good brother

He and I
of those legions
to whom we both
pledge allegiance –

Black Boys
to Men.

I saw him teach
from the soul
wrapping up
those young brothers –
who came after
with the guile
to be audacious
arming them with tools
to confound
the contradictions
strewn in their paths

Black boys… daring to be glorious.


I salute you for a job well done.
Rest well my friend.

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