With full appreciation of Langston Hughes’ prophetic words in his poem “Kids Who Die” written in 1938 to a nation hell-bent on killing Black children, I’m changing one word as an angry pissed-off plea in 2017 unto the God who surely sees it all.
Month: September 2017
Family: Chicago teen found dead in Rosemont hotel freezer – Chicago Tribune
““I did not raise you to cry,” my father would say when I fell off my bike, as he poured rubbing alcohol on my bloody 6-year-old knees. Not hydrogen peroxide — alcohol. Whenever I cried, which was usually when I did not get an A on a math test or saw a lost-dog poster or […]