I want my children to be carefree.
Wear fros and cornrows,
Speak their language unapologetically,
Read books celebrating their history,
stories of bronze Gods dressed in human flesh
Walking among us,
Reborn in every generation
Mythical, mystical but oh so real
Tell these tales and see themselves,
proud of their blood,
Their brown skin,
Their big lips,
Walk through the world wrapped in ancestral wisdom,
And filled with joy.