let them know we were a race who prayed with our legs & sweat. let them know that even when we were just art we were here and we still are

These poems span the range of what it means to be a black boy, and a black man in America. To grow up in Chicago, to move to a new state, to dream, to laugh, to cry, to be scared, to be part of a community, to be alone. It's all here. Read this one slowly.