He’s still in the single digits
and thinks the uterus
is part of the rhinoceros family
I am liberated.
Jenny asks him daily if he has a dick
and if he does is it BIG.
“I heard my mother telling her girlfriend
that black men have big ones…
big you know…and you are a black boy
so u must have a big..u know?
Like don’t u get it?”
Want to maintain his innocence
But I’m in no sense
Ignorant to what’s to come
We laugh until our bellies hold up stop signs
to yield in peaceful sighs
And he has
He likes girls.
Not hoes…”hoes are gardening tools,
u know those things u use to make sunflowers grow”
And he wants to know the qualifications
for how to be president
He condones violence
Unless mama and daddy say protect yourself
He thinks you have to get into the Marines
to be a Marine Biologist and that
Periods are at the ends of sentences
Stop the fact that he is growing
He’s got legs as long as mine
And how do I tell him to run?
Run away from…
Drivin’ while blackism
I can’t help him escape
There is no island to send him too
And the reality of it all is that
He is innocent but in no sense safe…