Solace

For my brother

My father, uncle, cousin, and unborn son

For every one of you smited by the hand of hate

For you, black king

I am sorry

You are loved and necessary

For without you, who will teach our black babies to be warriors?

Who will stand up to that responsibility?

Your life DOES matter-

In a country in which you are higher in value dead than alive, find value in us

Come home to love, peace, and trust

Nurturing and building

Come home to your family and be uplifted-

Inflated in a system that does it’s all to press you-

Ironing you out to lifeless vessels on the street

Come home

To open arms

Curves that hug you back

Every day of your life is a fight so we know you need that

Reaching to break you out of that sunken place

You are free

Laugh, cry, scream if you have to

As a queen, it’s my job

Just know that I got you

Because tomorrow will come

And we’ll have to repeat this process

But at home is where you should be able to release that stress

A place where you are loved and cherished

Appreciated and fed

Come home to rest your head.