Black boys look blue in the moonlight.
And shed their clothing and their arms
The shackles of the flesh becomes the gates for the soul
With seawater filled eyes and souls of sand stone
Open a treasure in rough waters and shark filled currents ?
Black boys look blue in the moonlight
No black and red stained skin
No scarred backs or ripped feet
No rough stares or cracked hands
Not the fears and hate projected
But men , vulnerable and real
Black boys are blue in the moonlight

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