in a world where
were literally among
his first words
he lies unaware of the prices
that were paid
he knows not
the emmitts
that came before him
and i like it that way
he believes that its
all within reach and completely
doable who wants to be president
when you can have ultimate ninja powers
and keep the galaxy safe from nighlocs
and other monsters moving
even though he asked me a million times
where is trayvon and does his mother cry
he doesn’t know that outside these walls
there is a world where he is not prince
i teach him our history
eyes bright he absorbs words like
inauguration and commemoration using
them like magic incantations he summons
his own powers and builds his own dreams
in them he is golden and white
fearless master and commander
and because i know
the miles that were walked and the
soles that bleed to bring us a
king and then a president
because i know
what it means to earn
1 dollar for your labor and
the price that came with such
a meager endeavor
because i know
i too dream of places
where little black boys
grow into great black men
maintaining dignity and strength
confidence of king running through
his veins and the knowledge that
truly he can be
anything
Wow! This is a beautiful poem! Wow, just wow!