Mother’s Day
Last night
i dreamed
my son joined a gang
A gang
one million strong
This gang
these brothers
spoke Swahili
Spanish
& street talk
& nobody was afraid
This gang walked around
in broad daylight
& after midnight
dreadlocked
cornrowed
hair kinky crazy
& nobody pointed their pistols
This gang
they wore kente durags
around their foreheads
cowries around their necks
didn’t take no shit
& nobody was afraid
This gang
one million strong
These sons
were intelligent
educable
like they always been
& nobody said they were not able
This gang
they were the future
doctors
lawyers
teachers
poets all about the business
of being correct
& nobody was afraid
This gang
they walked the streets
in great numbers
& nobody cuddled their purses
This gang
they stood up
& spoke up
when justice showed
its true colors
& the swat team didn’t come
This gang
they went to schools
where no teachers made them feel
worth less or like criminals
& nobody cried rape
This gang
they praised god
their way
& remembered ancestors
in old as time ceremonies
& nobody was afraid
They
beat drums
They beat drums
& beat drums
& nobody was afraid
This gang
sang their
warrior songs
baritone voices
stirring all those
with ears bent
& nobody was afraid
Last night
i dreamed
my son joined a gang
a gang
one million strong
This morning
i woke up
said a prayer
& prepared him
for another day
in fayette county public schools
& was very much afraid
Crystal Wilkinson