The Blood of Black Boys

The blood of Black Boys

Swallowing up purple mountains

Never will they see

Walking entrenched souls; families lost, torn apart

Due to who they were/ who they were going to be

All of the places they had yet to see

Gone now


Wondering just what we call this place

A river?

A river.

Eating the purple mountains

Mothers steeling their eyes against the reflection of

The Blood of Black Boys

So çlose to home

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