Dear Black boy,
I can see your broken, i can feel that you had no one to guide you. Were you missing the man, the king known to be your father? did you hear his voice? did he put his masculine arms around you? did he tell you to stop crying when you fell? did he play ball with you? did he teach you about Malcolm X? Dr. King? Huey p. Newton? I have a feeling he didn’t, i can see you, a little black boy lost in a world full of racism, judgement, and discrimination. When i look at you i don’t see a grown man with facial hair. I don’t see height, or your broad shoulders, or your masculinty and a smile that can open the gates of heaven, i see a boy, a scared boy, a boy who was forgotten, abused, unloved, and used.
I can tell he wasn’t there to talk to you about a queen, and as in queen i mean your mother, sister, aunt, cousin grandmother great grandmother, the future mother of your children. He never told you what you needed, what you deserved, how, when, and where to love a woman. Did he talk to you about intimacy between a man and woman? did he teach you to protect yourself? did he teach you to be patient? follow her lead? did he teach you to never ever call a woman a bitch or a whore? Naw, he didn’t. Now your a boy who has fathered children with women who hold no self-worth. You can barely teach your sons and daughters how to survive, how to rightfully demand respect from society and the opposite sex, let alone how to have respect for themselves.
Did he teach you to ride a bike? count change? open a bank account? Did he encourage you to study hard? find a job and help your mother with household responsibilities? did he teach you how to tie your shoe or fight for your life when you were getting bullied? did he encourage you to read the bible? hold the door open for women? attend sunday service? Did he sign you up for sports? did he attend your games? was he cheering you on? did he help you study? did he teach you the words of langston hughes, Gil scott Heron, and james baldwin? did he teach you about your people? your ancestors who were brought here on ships, sold into slavery? Did he tell you what they died for? what they fought for? did he teach you how to drive? Did he teach you to say “yes ma’m and and sir? did he teach you how to tie a tie? Did he hug you? Did he pick you up after a heartbreak? did he listen to your hopes and dreams? but most importantly, did he teach you to comply with the law? No, he didn’t because your jobless, uneducated, lack motivation, scared of you you are and what you might become can become. No, black boy, you’re robbing and stealing,and grinding, for a ticket to sit on that pedestal so you can shout from the top beating on your chest “SEE ME! I’M RIGHT HERE! No black boy, your laying up making children, not married, cussin women, degrading women, the same woman you came from, THE BLACK WOMAN!
Oh, black boy i’m sorry that your father left you stranded to figure it all out on your own, i’m sorry black boy that he left you for his own selfish reasons, and now you’re another statistic, a disgrace, another “black man of the system”. I feel for you black boy, but i can also heal with you, carry you, support your goals, listen to your worries, your fears, share your responsibilities, i will help you build our empire.
Black boy ,a wise man once said “Father” only means that you’re taking care of your children that’s what it is to be a father. “Father” doesn’t mean that you’re havin’ some babies. Anybody can have a baby. Havin’ a baby does not make you father. Anybody can go out and get a woman. But not anybody can take care of that woman. There’s another word for it: It’s called ‘responsibility.” -Malcolm X
What you need to hear black boy is never kneel, look up and Stand, you are a king”.