Never Shrink Again
I yearn for the day
Black boys can play
No worries or projections
Only room to be great
Explore + experience
Love + relate
Create + disrupt
Only room to be great
No disarming; Relaxed
Comfort in his Black skin
Let them tremble; Just be
Never shrink again
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I yearn for the day
Black men can live free
No reminders of their hue
Unless it’s to enhance their view
For strength is etched within his stride,
A legacy of grace, an energy of pride
He carries wisdom in his eyes,
His joy won’t be denied
Dream weaver, star chaser
With laughter deep + bold
Each step a dope rhythm
Visions unfold — on the regular
Creativity he emanates
Family anchor, brother, protector
Sciences + music
He innovates
May gentle hands guide his ascent
No burdens to embrace
Only the freedom of his soul
In this sacred, hallowed space
I yearn for the day
Black boys can play +
Black men can live free
Let them tremble; Just be
