Valuable Life
A poem about why BLM means so much to me
I've cried a lot over my lifetime,
But not with the intensity that I have
Over the last few weeks
See I have a nephew
Who means the world to me
He is the one who calls me TeTe
A mini me, cuz I can't have my own
He really is like my little clone
I never imagined life without him until now
Hoping I never get a call that the cops have shot him down
Leaving our family wondering if we can go on and if so how
How?
How would we ever move on and live life
How would we cope and deal with the strife
Knowing he never could have kids, or meet his wife….
These are thoughts that cross black people's minds every single day
It's so heavy, on our hearts it weighs
To my nephew, I hope this never happens, I pray…
I pray..
I pray..
That black people's lives will be valued one day.
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