Growing Up Black Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

The journey of life begins in the womb of life to hear the sound of life.

Procreation is a commandment that gives life freely with each breath.

The first cry is for the serenity of a mother holding her breath.

Innocent and beautiful the lost eyes of life begin to encounter ways of life.

Hands of delicate words perform surgery in the molecules of their minds.

The balance of the existence of love and discrimination is carefully woven.

Sewn in the fabric of the mind to create the sobriety of thinking is a choice.

The thoughts of privileged wonders are submitted to corruptive thinking.

Engraved with volatile words of admiration they say Black people are a constitution of illicit mortals.

White people are a constitution of pure knowledge obtained from revelations of wisdom.

Grave diggers of the south and shoe shine niggers of the north.

Institutions of Higher Education were fortified with white scholars of truth.

Jane tells Tasha that Black people are the corpse of monkeys of Africa.

Condemned, humiliated, controlled, hanged, murdered, whipped, stolen dignities are all attributes of Growing up Black.

Written by Theodore Mosley
October 29,2018