IN YOUR BOSOM

(An Ode to Black Americans)

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I gently sleep

The Shroud of your ancestors

Gentle weep

Quietude and peace envelop the walls

In which I sleep

The running laughter of children

Spill down the halls

Your nurturing Spirit

That helps me grow

Into the person

I am meant to be

Your character, and smile

Tells me all the while,

We are friends.

The tear drop in your eye

Shows you care  

Fear, understanding,

And insecurity

With age comes certainty

All will become easier

You are who you were meant to be

Everyday you will see

Who you are to become

Without you I could not have been

You shaped me with words

You shaped me with actions

You shaped me with love

Everyday you shape me with a glance or a “hello”

I want to thank you for all you have been

For all you are

For all you continue to be

For all you will become

To shape this world,

And this country

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AUGUST 9th, 2022