Im prob gonna cry on this little dudes bday next week. Besides the fact that Ill be 9 years older than I was on the day he was born, I saw his little eyes look at this world for the first time. I almost fainted, at the tender age of 18, seeing my tiny , teenage, sister, Bruhnell Burton give birth to him in 2005. I had just graduated from high school and I was so afraid to touch him/ hold him. I can remember was watching this little dude in his crib thinking omg, even though hes not my child, I have a bigger purpose in life, a responsibility greater than myself! Ive loved this kid before I even knew him. I stay up at night thinking about the man he will become.. The black man, the sensitive human being, the visionary he is and how he doesnt have any idea what that means. I compare him with every senseless murder in our hood, in our town, in our state, in our nation, in the world, of a black, young boy. I saw his face underneath a hood, carrying a pack of skittles and a can of Arizona, impatiently walking back to a TV set to see the final score of a basketball game in 2012... I see Emmit til on his neck and an invisible noose except its not a rope, today they are lynched by guns, the street life and lack of education. Im scared for this little innocent face. But Im also hopeful for all the possibilities of him becoming something greater than I! Happy early bday, Kid. Love you 😍😘
Posted on: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 12:52:40 +0000
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