My Son Speaks
My son speaks of this unbraided truth,whole lies,half lies, little white lies
or untainted truths.With welding fury on his face disgusted,anguish in his eyes
the flood gates of his tears ready to burst open wide. My son speaks of the unbraided
truth.My son speaks mother the world which you have provided for me,thank-you.The
lifestyle you have given me thank-you.The one that society has forced upon me is not
the life style that I have chosen or have elected,you see mother the unbraided
truth the two worlds are far apart in fact they are distant,not even parallel.
I speak of the unbraided truth you did the best you could raising a black male
child,but the unbraided truth your son is now a strong man,a black man,the unbraided
truth a black man
Copyright © Irene Dixon | Year Posted 2005
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