How can we find them on roads
we have not even begun to travel?
How can we free them
when our own ties have yet to unravel?
I cry, thinking back on past mistakes
and I’ve traced these tears to my past
and they resemble those of my mother
and they are for our black brothers
I was not meant to bear the burden of my family
my black man was not raised up
to stand behind me
I cry thinking of the choice I have to make
and I’ve traced these tears along their path
and they reflect those of my sister
and they are for our soul brothers
Is it too late to save them
from the independent women we’ve become?
Can we soon rectify all the damage that we’ve done?
I cry, thinking of our fate
and I’ve traced these tears back through the years
and they resemble those of my mother
and they reflect those of my sister
and they are for our black brothers
our soul brothers
our soul mates
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