I Thought I Wanted A Son

I thought I wanted a son,
and wanted him to be gay--
but with his limited freedom
that all changed one day.


While many years has passed since
we became "free,"
my son will have black skin like mine;
he will have to fight be equal,
and that scares the hell out of me.


I want my son to be everything
the "Founding Fathers" fought for
the white man.

Not shot. Not choked.
Not jacked up on coke,
Not scared and in jail.
Not hustling on the streets.
Not dehumanized in the country we call home.
Not targeted and feared.
Not dead.


I thought I wanted my son to be gay,
but I take that back.
My son can be anything in the world,
But I cant stop him from being black.