Of gratitude for my Fathers

You Black men
my Fathers.
Those who bothered
to withstand
the darts of
disaffection
refusing to cower –
perseverance in the darkest hours
to espouse that
flower or rather
a tower –
of manhood and a
humanity that
would not be denied.

These Black men
clothed in the royalty
of their sacrifice

my Fathers
who gifted
me with a conscription
of their wherewithal…

that power
to dispose of the
notions that
I am not supposed
to reflect your light
or the insanity that my
skin is a sin.

You of me equals
my attitude of
gratitude.

This torch.

that I wield
will
never fall from
my hand.

A collection of my Father, Grandfather’s, a 2nd Great Grandfather and (2) 3rd Great Grandfathers

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