I look in your eyes and I see nothing but black, rich beauty. Hope and promise contained in your ebony frame. Playing with you with gaiety and fluid abandon, I am free to allow you to simply be everything you were created by the almighty God to manifest in the world. You may be the answer that humanity has been seeking. Love fills my heart as never before and I know one reason for my presence on this earth that we call home. Being your father is all that to me and more.
I then snap awake from this crimson spot of truth and realize that in fact it is not the reality we face. You are all those heavenly things and oh so much more but I am not able to free it because I must protect your body in every moment of every day from the assault of people’s blind ignorance and fueled hate. I must have the dreaded talk with you where I tell you so many isolating facts. Things that will make you feel so separate and less than while at the same time proving to you that you are the opposite of those prejudiced ideas. I realize what all the father’s before me have solidly known. That this world is filled with this pale darkness but you, my son, may bring the light of a new day. This is my prayer.
Ebony silken skin
Pupil of humanity’s eye
© Carol Campbell 2015
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