Dream, Black boys, and drift to rest;
let the moonlight warm your chest.
Let the night lie soft on your breath—
each beating moment held and blessed.
Sleep easy now; the dark is yours.
Settle gently; peace drifts to your shores.
Remember even shadows bow and stray
before boys who grow strong in their own way.
Hold fast to joy—it's yours to keep;
let it guard you while you sleep.
No hand can steal what's meant for you;
the world will learn your worth when it's due.
And when the morning calls you home,
rise like dawn to reap what's sown.
Peace around you, peace within,
shalom upon your waking skin.
For every dream you dare to keep
beats like a drum beneath your sleep—
like Black lullaby in quiet breath,
carrying you through the velvet depth.
Dream, Black boys; your flame is bright.
The morning waits to name you light.
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