I have a dream, too.
A dream that you will reside in a world where you can just be my son.
Yet I know a bit about man and we see difference.
In a mundane, pedantic, narcissistic way, that I have come to hate.
I see you and I see beauty.
And there will be hell to pay for any that tell you different.
You and your gifted melanin are anything but extraordinary!
I see you and I see your color.
I see you and I see the excellent array of Gods talent as creator.
Son, you are my constant reminder that God is an artist.
© cmrios