Dear son, African American warrior,
Reincarnation of the people of the Sudan. I hope you understand why I am writing you this letter. And hopefully, by the time you read it Race relations in America are a lot better than what they are now. You will understand why I will beg you not to wear a hoodie when you leave our home. You will understand why I ask you to be careful outside these doors.
Maybe your best friends will be named Trayvon and Michael. And they will be the namesakes of the young men who died because of indifference, and because of hate. Dear son, I know you will relate. Because I will have read the Autobiography of Malcolm X to you while you were in your mother’s womb. You will come into this life knowing that black youth and men are doomed in America.
Son, I hate to scare ya, but your ancestors were taken from the shores of Africa. They snatched ya great great great great grandparents and brought them here. Took away our language and culture, and in black women and men instilled fear. Son I want you to know the truth of this place here.
Dear son, your skin will be the reason why
they call you nigger, why cops will pull up
to your car with their fingers shaking on the
trigger. Ask Trayvon and Michael. They will
tell you what happened to the people they were
named after. They will tell you tales of hell,
each with a sad, sad chapter.
Black boys and men are being killed and We are being treated like we don’t matter.
Like we don’t even matter.
Son, I am preparing you for a world that focuses on race, that moves at an unhealthy pace, Where your mother and other black women like her are disgraced. There are people who will want you to increase the prison population. They will start early in your education. Son, this is all truth, and it’s all real. You will learn when I read to you what happened to Emmett Till.
I’ll stop here now son, don’t want you to be scared.
I write this letter to you because I want you to come into this world informed and prepared.