Keep Them Safe

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For black boys who became premature men

            with backs that became trunks to carry  responsibilities until they slouched.

For mothers who have forgotten how to walk

            because of bended knees so much walking seems like a myth.

For prayer points that sound like manifestoes

            and the plea to GOD to end the lives of our enemies.

For black girls who became mothers before they became children

            whose childhood were ceilings too high for reach.

For moist dreams and dry realities

            and those who saw puberty a shadow they embraced before time.

For too much love

            yet lack of it.

For fathers who have become newscasters

            ever ready to rebuke through whips of advice.

For New Years Eve

            and the blessings we left on our seats after service.

For those with spines as railways

            Rode upon by life’s wheels.

Keep them safe.