ONE.

When Little Boys Are Dying.

Whether they are hanging from trees,

Or their abandoned Nikes are strung from telephone lines

Or their conversations take place on collect-call dimes

Whether they are living their last days in rivers

Or hold up in the cold steely gray of the coroners lair

When Little Boys are dying

Same age as my cousin

Same age as my brother when he first saw the light,

When he first felt what it is to forge one’s own destiny,

To rail against the machine that had long since given him up for dead

Dead.

Dead Black Boy Storage

Also known as the morgue,

also known as the purgatory for John T. Doe

When Little Boys are dying,

Don’t bring me your speeches,

Or your rhetoric.

Your religiosity, your politicking does not excite me.

As Jesus was a man of action,

Muhammad was a man of commitment,

Buddha was that of conviction and purpose,

Yahweh is a deliverer

All god’s represent verbs.

And though all provide comfort in the after things stop

They give you recipes for the here and the now.

Our babies are dying

From a steady diet of desperation, hate, legacy, regret, kismet, neglect

They are taken

By lonely, stray, misguided, or malicious bullets

They are leaving now-ignored lovers with the scars of hearing,

and the burden of knowing

Or bellies full of their seed

When they are dead figuratively,

, Literally.

There should be no pacification

No mishandling, no platforms, no sensationalizing, no red, or blue,

no heaven, no fire, no brimstone

We owe them more than just selling a few papers,

More than a few days of scandal or sermons or shaking heads

More than a few moments of movements

We spawned them (killer and victim alike)

And we owe them their first as well as their last rites.

 

Thank you! You have just read “When Little Boys Are Dying.” see also, “I offer.” & “Say.” 

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About genesiawilliams

I must apologize if this isn't exciting... though this may seem odd my decision to enter the blogging world, was less for an audience and more for me as an exercise in discipline, which i clearly lack if you see the frequency of the posts, but still it is weird because I am airing my thoughts on the biggest communication tool since the pony express, but if you like what you read feel free to comment and/or share... if not thank you for taking the time out of your life to check me out.... I'm pretty laid back, and I'm open for comments....

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