National Poety Month - Poem by Patricia A. Saunders

The end of National Poetry Month with an excerpt from This Too Shall Pass book of poetry. My Son I didn’t birth you I just feel that I want to see you turn 21 I want to give you advice on how to make it I want to tell you challenges are coming I want to tell you people will judge you by the color of your skin Not knowing who you are It doesn’t matter You’re my son You will go out with your friends and feel it’s funny To be followed Prove you are in your own neighborhood That the expensive car you’re driving is your parents and they worked hard to purchase it That the clothes you have on aren’t bought with drug money You’re going to be alone and there are going to be times you won’t get one phone call I want you to know no matter where you come from it’s not fair I want you to know others have come before you Have endured worse That they died for you to be able to be here You’re my son I know it hurts when people fear you becaus...