I want to see the day
When I don’t see a black man’s body
Bullet ridden
Sprawled in the streets
Modern day lynched
I want to see more images
Of young black men walking across stages
Of Ivy League institutions
That will honor who they are
Honor their experiences
And see them holistically
And not reducing them to
Thugs
Offenders
Culprits
I want black boys to envision themselves
As Whole and complete
Even when they aren’t complete
But knowing they are able to compete
And make a difference simply by being themselves
Who they are…
People who are given a chance
The same way Brock Turner was given a chance
And not criminalized for dime bags
But rather honored and being addressed as your honor
The Marshall kind and not the Thomas
I want to see the day
When black men didn’t feel fear
Because other people didn’t fear them
For being in their natural state
Raw Motherfunking Emotions 