Poor Babies

                               

                                                       

Painting by: Vitus Shell

What our children must think?

Scrubbing their little black cheeks and praying for pink.

Though they love their skin...

They somehow figured they've sinned...

Being fed to them 

are images of 

a lineage of 

slavery.

And every attempt at positive change, was seen as bravery...

& a threat to the powers that be...

Poor poor babies...

To see the death of innocent men...

To fear those put in place to protect you because of the color of their skin.

Poor babies of all the innocent...

Poor baby to the ignorant...

The ones who don't see that end of the day we are all human...

Poor baby to the mothers in tears...

Poor baby to the Black men living in fear...

Poor baby to the universal earth. Because we groan in pain together...

Waiting for better weather...

And praying to stick together...

Heavier & Heavier the load by the day ..

& some of us stop even wanting to pray because we havent seen change...but don't do that.  It's the only way. 

& even though the sky is blue & the trees green, we see in grey.

Seated in gloom....facing  imminent doom...

Prominent on the horizon coming soon...

Poor black babies

Poor white babies
Poor babies
We all are children.
POOR WORLD.