Published in Forge Journal October 2010

Dedicated to my sons Erik, Khiry and Fredrick

I am woman

From the strands of my hair to the tips of my toes

I am raising sons to be men in a world not sympathetic to my woes


I am raising sons from my breast, to my knees, to my hips, to towering over me

I am raising sons,

Raising sons from an image of what a man is suppose to be

My father raised by his father, his father, his father and his father

Symbolic of strength, intellect, love and family

No instructions included, no theories proven right

Just a woman raising sons gloved for fight after fight

With stereotyping, profiling and the system

I’m raising sons to be strong black men, not victims

Men with conquering minds, hearts of love,

Who walk in the footsteps of righteousness

Whose calloused hands mold, shape and create,

I am raising sons

Raising sons from little black boys to strong black men

I stand firm and mediate,

Though I am woman

The seeds I sowed excluded the wo-

And came up man


Handsome black sons raised by woman.

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