I pray one day you meet the one. The one that makes you feel as though everything is worth living for. I pray that this person just happens to be black. I pray that you dream the world to be perfect, from that day on. I pray your first born happens to be a son…
…a black son.
I pray that you see his eyes for the first time and fall deeper in love.
I pray you see a headline that rattles you. I pray the reality hits you hard. I pray it scares you. I pray it angers you that any one could see your son’s eyes and still want to hurt him.
Simply because of the color of his skin.
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