There were nights; we woke up in a state of panic. To rush to their bedroom doorways; just to watch & listen in silence as tears fell from our eyes. We prayed over our black children.
There were times we just wanted to share our forbidden love with; any race of color. And still today we struggle with making you understand how we can love; without this judgment you earned; by continuing to remind of us our black skin. Even in our biracial relationships.
There were moments we critically examined our own positions. To be more mindful of how we needed to empower our own black children from systematic structures meant to fail us. So our children identify with better and not struggle for no real reasoning but the color of their skin. On these concrete roads of racial adversity. One day they would travel mentally; alone without their black mother & father. To protect them from harm. Of themselves if not for those waiting to hear the echoes of time; crying out loud "I Can't Breathe".
We all have witnessed the unjustified favoritism & validation in permission to our black people; of inequality & inequity in information. As our black children were held in bondage we worked harder to be acknowledged. As our tears are being watched flowing down our weary faces; with minimum compassion & moral intentions. As that fate in arrogance was in denial of; a new day and time. In the same moment their white children were also be targeted. By the same peril times of drug addictions, hate crimes, suicide and depression.
One Day an Uncomfortable Conversation is going to happen. Where Time is growing All nations of man; Weary, worn and relentless.
