My Brother Richard Wright Poem by Tristian Ford

My Brother Richard Wright
by Tristian Ford

•It was the father of sorrows
•the beginning and ender of grief.
• I was the bud and the blossom,
•the late-falling leaf.
It cured the tears of a heart sick,
gave answers to a curious mind,
•when it came near to sing.
• It made me an indentured servant,
•your words accidentally made me a King!
•I still go to it, brother
• when am
•bewildered and weary,
•when my lonely heart swells.
•Knowing Bigger Thomas
• was not the last one that
•this society kills.
As you know, they are not done, I'm also its Native Son.