Leslé Honoré Poetry

When Black boys are born
We mothers kiss their faces
Twirl our fingers in their curls
Put them in carriers on our chest
Show them to the world
Our tiny Black princes

And when they start school
As early as 3
We mothers
Place huge back packs on their backs
And we slowly fill them with bricks
Etched with tools
Tattooed with truths
Hoping to save them

Don't talk back
Don't get angry
Say yes ma'am
Say no sir
Don't fight
Even if they hit you first
Especially if they are white
Do your best
Better than best
Be still
Worker hardest
BRICK

they get a little older
And we add more

Keep your hands out of your pockets
Don't look them in the eye
Don't challenge
Don't put your manhood before your life
Just get home safe
Don't walk alone
Don't walk with too many boys
Don't walk towards police
Don't walk away from police
Don't buy candy or ice tea
Don't put your hood up
Don’t Ring a Doorbell
I'll drive you
I'll pick you up
You can't be free
Don't go wandering
Come home to me
BRICK

They get a little older
And we add more

Understand you are a threat
Standing still
Breathing
Your degrees are not a shield
Your job is not a shield
Your salary makes you a target
Your car makes you a target
Your nice house in a nice neighborhood
Makes you a target
Don't put your ego before your safety
Don't talk back
Don't look them in the eye
Get home to your wife
Your son
BRICK

They weigh them down.
This knowing
Of having to carry the load
Of their blackness

the world hasn't changed
The straps just dig deeper into their skin
Their backs ache
But their souls don't break
Our beautiful Black men

When you say to me
All lives matter
I simply ask
Will your son be shot
For ringing the wrong door bell
Ours have

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