Every day I look into their eyes
I feel their pain
I see their hurt
I see their future
My heart wants to grab them up and protect them from the world
To hide away until the world begins to flood with love
I pray for an everyday miracle
Something to eradicate the despair of our nation
Their eyes hold so much promise
Though some are abandoned by the masculine part of their blood
The breakdown of the black family
They stand strong together
They support one another in a physical and mental bond that I,
being one of their vessels into this world,
Cannot comprehend
The world today presents a horrible façade
Planes crashing into buildings,
Technology predators
Abusing our children and leaving them in depression
Feeling like they have to take the world into their own hands
Scheming ways to make money
Infecting the veins of our community
with poison, with their lyrics, in their pockets,
their inability to maintain the desire to succeed
With the mainstream media encouraging their every negative thought
Thinking it’s ok to be degraded, to be subjected to the cruelty of the races
To be sexual objects of obsession
Using what they’ve got to get what they want
But I am sure that underneath this lies the promise
Promise of success
Promise of hope
Gone are the guns that are placed between their small hands
Before they learn to walk
The thoughts of fast money, fast cars, and fast living
The smoke will clear,
From their lungs, from their minds, from their hearts
Let’s intoxicate their minds with wisdom, not with spirits
Our Black babies hold the future
We only need provide the torch
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