Cornrows n Quilted Skirts That part of you that shines Hair in the wind A smile to the sky Laying down your strife Throwing off those heels Sand between the toes No doobie for you But you’ll hug the trees No longer the hustle The nine to five Just say good bye Cornrows n Quilted skirts A natural high Arms out like wings The heart finally sings You’re Woodstock revived Oh Lord, you’re one of them But you don’t care Just happy life no longer hurts Cornrows n Quilted Skirts
As a mom of a biracial 19 year old son who is just starting his path into adulthood, my intense worry for him has me in freeze mode sometimes. As a white woman watching what is happening, I could not imagine the pain, anger and sadness the black culture must be feeling. To be judged by the skin color you were born with is beyond what I can comprehend. I can not imagine how tired a black person must be from it all. Any human who isn’t seeing the devil making this world his playground is in serious denial. I don’t write this to claim an individual’s experience with racial injustice. I write this because all humans must start having more compassion with action. People shouldn’t only care when it affects them directly. People should care that it is happening to others too. I am so so sorry to everyone in the black community. I will pray and ask God what He wants me to do to be part of the solution. Much love to everyone.
Below are poems my son wrote. I hope his poems make us realize how overwhelming these times can be for the next generation.
Stefan Jones
I wrote these two poems to release my frustrations about the racial injustice in this country.
I don’t care if they make you uncomfortable.
You, myself, and everyone else needs to continue to acknowledge the systemic flaws and be proactive about initiating change and progression.
In a world where I feel disconnect Dangling from the sky Hanging on to what I wished upon Not feeling the light in this dark place I reach for relief, only to look down The vicious circle that continues to spin I can’t seem to make it stop Dangling with all I have If I let go I am at the will Of this spatial abyss Only to collapse within myself Oh wait, it’s no different Landing on my feet Or downward to my death The wish I might Is not the wish I may It appears the heavens Can not hear my cries Trying to hold on My arms grow weary Like my eyes that have seen More darkness than stars I just dangle from the sky Hanging on to what I wish upon