Day 8 of 30


I wonder
if my son
will be born
all beautiful
and brown
with black eyes
and broken ribs
and maybe even
a bullet hole
in his back


  1. mblaylock4

    Reblogged this on Madhuri Blaylock Writes and commented:
    This short poem by Jason Reynolds is going to sit with me
    Read it, ingest it, sit with it, let it simmer deep in your bones, and even then, after all of that, I still don’t think you’ll be able to catch your breath.
    Or forget it.
    I know I won’t.

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