Brothers’ Letter

A message to my son, father, nephews and unknowns

A message to my son, father, nephews and unknowns

You are a radiant light.
Your skin a natural sun rod; memories of jabs to smile because they can’t find you.
Let em roll off shoulders like water off molten steel.
Don’t let them break and crack you.
How easy to say such a thing, little black boy.

Black boy, I am sorry.
I am sorry to say you are superman descendant.
Powerful beyond measure, a bulwark of strength and impermeability.
You are a bronze idol of history long past.
Black boy, I am sorry.

The sun no longer graces your face.
The stars have abandoned you and your strength has failed you.
The strength of your ancestral blood limitless in its ferocity brought low by this intangible beast. This monster you can neither cut nor slay.

For all your strength black boy you are less than even a speck of dust.
War cries, and conquering of foreign lands does you little good.
Nor the drowning in Jezebel, nor drinking the Delilah’s can soothe pain of monster that haunts sleep.Like a never-ending rap against …