thoughts for a black child

my heart is still with my students...many of them struggling in poverty, victims of traumatic abuse, in foster care, or looking for a sense of belonging in gangs...

in your scream, scraping
i can hear your heart shattering
who will save you, little one
from time pitter pattering on your door
and lift you from your knees, worn
beaten down by the life your ma handed you
and your daddy rested in your lap?
who will take it all back
and give you a fighting chance?

who will
if we won't?

Reviews

[boygene borice]

Who will save a black child? Truly, still in our contemporary black society,many children are suffering,many are abandoned on the streets...who will save them?

[Tinasha LaRayé]

Yes! who? WE must!

[Sami Khalil]

A very touching poem. You are a gentle soul...:)...................

[Tinasha LaRayé]

Thank you for reading and leaving such encouraging words. You are so kind.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)...............

[Shaquana Adams]

I love this. It's emotional, sad, and true. I grew up in Bronx, NY so I pretty much imagined this whole poem as I was reading it. Nicely penned :)

[Tinasha LaRayé]

wow. thanks for sharing. so many relate to this and that is the sad thing. i'm glad the poem has life, but sad about it at the same time. hope you are smiling and thriving these days. Thanks for your kind words!