My beloved sons/
sacred fruit of my womb/
I feel you/
I feel your/
torturous frustrations/
jubilant elations/
the indignation of/
living in a society that sees castration/
emasculation/
as viable and necessary/
like salvation/
I share them too/
you see,
I perceive the hatred/
this nation/
harbors at its core for you/
it is a slap in this mother's face/
a stench in this mother's nostrils/
an insult to this mother's sensibilities/
like so many myths and fantasies/
perpetuated through/
simulcast sensationalism/
complex algorithms/
calculated to justify/
injustices/
like, racial profiling/
and the new American Dream/
that turns you into revenue streams/
using sentencing disparities/
to line the pockets/
of entrepreneurs who create prisons for profits/
banishing my Princes to the belly of the beast/
a thanksgiving feast/
without peace/
or parity/
despite indistinguishable infractions in shades of white/
in rock form/
powdered or otherwise/
you have been dehumanised/
reduced to a hulking, shirtless picture/
produced at the trial/
of a child/
whose only crime was buying skittles and ice/
tea/
while black/
murdered twice/
once in a gated-commune/
then in a weighted courtroom/
he/
became the poster child for/
conservative's recrimination/
justifying your annihilation/
citing moral degradation and lack of education/
they pass legislation/
systematically challenging the aspirations your spirit fundamentally embraces/
and traces/
back to the Creator who made you in His image/
fearfully and wonderfully/
with certain inalienable rights/
to life/
liberty/
and the pursuit of happiness/
still/
you are blessed, so/
persist, beloved!
insist, beloved!
sacred fruit of my womb/
you shall not be consumed/`
I feel you/
I feel for you/
I am with you/
I love you/
my sons/
sacred fruit of my womb