Dear Unborn Black Child, Don’t Jaywalk, Don’t Eat Sandwiches
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Dear Unborn Black Child, Don’t Jaywalk, Don’t Eat Sandwiches


This is called letter to my unborn black child.
Dear unborn black son, Don’t jaywalk. Don’t eat sandwiches. Don’t
leave the house to go buy Arizona and Skittles. Don’t leave the house to go buy anything.
Don’t leave the house. They will kill you. They will put their dirty shame ridden, melanin-free
hands on your radiant bewitchingly brown neck and suffocate you until life is no more. They
will take their black gun and shoot bullets into your black body until your life is no
more. They will kill you. They will get away with it too. What do we do?
Stand up, fight back. When human rights are under attack, what do
we do? Stand up, fight back.
Stand up, fight back. The people of color are under attack. What
do we do? Stand up, fight back.
When human rights are under attack… They’ll shoot you down and then say that
it was like wrestling, it was like a five-year-old wrestling with the hulk. Dear unborn black son. Dear unborn black daughter.
Dear unborn black child. I love you. I love you as you are. I will forever tell you that I love you despite
my box of hard black masculinity restraining me from doing so. When they tell you, when they joke around
and call you a nigger, tell them who’s who. When they touch your curly hair without your
permission, tell them who’s who. When they stop you because of your rap music,
tell them who’s who. When you fit the description, tell them who’s
who. Look that officer in the eye and tell them he fits the description of a klan member
riding around with his white male privilege. Riding around with his white male privilege.
Riding around with his white male privilege looking for the next
Riding around with his windows down, looking for the next youth who just happens to be
brown. I can’t breathe. The system will asphyxiate you. You will not breathe. You will go on the…
They will go on the news and say that you attacked them.
They will do everything to put you behind, sorry.
They will do everything to put… They will do everything to have the media
put your casket behind bars before you’re even buried. Dear unborn black child,
Don’t be a statistic. Stay in school and respect your mother.
Pray five times a day. View all women with utmost, with utmost respect. Dear unborn black child,
Tell me your favorite song. Dear unborn black child,
Tell me your favorite book. Because if I’ve ever get called that you’ve
been slain I will remember you to end my pain. I will forever play your favorite song until
I know every turning syllable and read your favorite book until I can memorize like the
Quran and just to tell you that your black life
mattered. Your black life will matter.
Your black life will matter. Your black life will matter.
Your black life will not be cut down by jaywalking, by eating a sandwich, by buying an Arizona
and Skittles, by leaving the house. Dear unborn black child,
I love you. (applause)

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