Amar's "last night" in Roxbury
Author's Note: I wrote this March 10 2018; sharing now to preface a forthcoming essay about the healing power & responsibility of musicians/artists, and relatedly the childhoods our children deserve.
Downstairs, the sounds of black boy joy Care-free cackles Animated outbursts Shit-talking between uproarious laughter No lights & sirens or police bullets No hard faces and sullen silences No nothing the world outside has shackled them with Just the joy of brotherhood And I would give anything for it to never stop
Sis this is a beautiful piece. It touched me deeply because of everything the 3 of you have been through and knowing that you have done everything in your power and the world to keep them safe, loved, warm and comfortable. Praying that there is a brighter outlook for them than there was for us growing to adulthood. I still think of them as the babies and don't want them to ever grow up. PEACE MY SISTER PEACE!
Beautiful