A Poem by Fee Thomas

The Blood of Black Boys 
Swallowing up purple mountains 
they'll never see
Walks entrenched soiled by who they were
Who they were gonna be
Red outlined their bodies
All of the places they'll never go
Gone now
Wondering just what we call this place 
A river? 
A river.
Eating the purple mountains
Tears of Mothers 
Mothers Steeling their eyes against the reflection of 
The Blood of Black Boys 
So close to home

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