Dear Black Boys – I see myself in your faces

I speak for those
Black Boys
bemirsched
and
convinced
of a dearth
of their
worth.

You ain’t that.

I’ve seen that episode.

Flashback.

Years ago I promised
she would eat
those words.

Teacher to me:

“You a newspaper writer?
You little Black Boys are nothing…
but hoodlums in training… at best.”

This was/is my facial expression
when my spirit
begins to
record.

I learned to
weaponize
words.

Becoming the writer she said I’d never be.

What you say
will be used
against
you.

Don’t start
a fight
with
a writer
it’ll light
a fire.

Shun P. in the present… fully weaponized and wielding words.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes