To my Lost Boyz

(For Koran & Stanley and all my chocolate boy/men dancing on the wire)

I would pour out my own blood like libation
string my every dream in life and burn them
if I could gift to you the lessons of my life
and have you spared from having to earn
these scars that crisscross my soul
I will to you visions of my darkness
to save you from your own dark holes
I will unmask each and every mistake
false belief and misstep
to help you come correct
Horses have been drug to water
yet many have died of thirst
drink you here from the book
of my life so your own may bloom
with flowers I never dared conceive
Show to me the future with you in it
writ large enough for me to see clearly
even though I am balancing you on my shoulders
as I balance on the shoulders of those come before me
Sing to me of a future with grandchildren who look like we
looked in the time of wild seeds just being sown
You and I shall lift them to your shoulders
Schooling them as a payment of debt owed
to those who schooled us, held us,
made mistakes and learned for and from us
Ashe

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