My Dear Officer Duce,
Full of life, innoncence, brilliance, compassion,
spontaneity, and laughter.
How can I explain to you that this very costume you wear with glee during pretend time, doesn’t reciprocate the same love in this big world you’re apart of?
How do I as your mommy allow you to continue to carelessly dance in your imagination knowing that this uniform doesn’t mean safety, pride, protection, and honor to the black and brown people of this world that look like you?
How do I explain to you that your life may very well be in danger when someone in this uniform addresses you?
I can’t. I won’t. Not because I’m in denial of the heart wrenching truth plaguing our black community daily.
But because you deserve a life FREE of worry, fear, hesitation, and heartbreak…if not just for a little while longer.
So Mommy and Daddy will protect you, we will love you, we will educate you, we will be praying for you, we will be crying for you, we will be cautious for you…
So you can have the chance to be the best black boy and man that God designed you to be. How can WE not..Play on black boy…
~Soli deo Gloria 💜
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