I came across this beautiful and heart-wrenching poem this morning (via): “Backpacks” by Leslé Honoré.
It starts like this:
When black boys are born
We mothers kiss their faces
Put them in carriers on our chest
Twirl our fingers in their curls
Show them to the world
Our tiny black princes
And when they start school
As early as 3
Place huge back packs on their backs
And we slowly fill them with bricks
Read the whole thing here. Or watch and listen below.
BACKPACKS by Leslé Honoré from STOPTIME.LIVE on Vimeo.