I can not Cry while Black Boys Die.

Torn from warm arms

adopted by devil

theese dark toughts taunt my mind

boiling to never surface just fulsh against the whites of my eyes

I can’t cry while black boys die.

murals tiled with absent walnut and hickory and tawny faces color the back of my mind

as i reflect on my father and my city and my mation

and my pride

I can not cry while black boys die.

I must show no anger

I must show no fear

My demons must be tamed

there may be a day for my closure

but today we are at war

and we must fight a devil we cannot see

and a maddness they cannot feel

and the demons we cannot suffocate

theese dark thoughts that taunt our mind

But to our advantage we’re the Devil’s son

and we cannot cry while black boys die.

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