Black Boy

It will take a cinematographer's eyes
Mine will not do
I admit, for he will need a retina that makes and unmakes memories.


For with him I come to learn
that when a man is called to carry his antidote
he carry all of himself

The tiny sigh, the deep marks, the one you almost didn't see, the silence in his eyes, the innocence stuck on his face, is the night his mother almost lost him when he fainted.

So now he holds only not the lineage, he hold his breath, his life calling him one by one.

For when he hear jingle bell once, he shall answer four words twice together saying

I'm a black boy
I want to live.