The powerfully written text, which occasionally echoes the words of Martin Luther King Jr., ends with the lines “Black / lives / matter. But as he grows older, knowing that she can’t always protect him, she explains that she will pray for his safety, trusting God to watch over him as he enters adolescence.
She comforts him, tucks him in at night, and passes along her wisdom. Addressing her son, an African American mother reflects on cradling him in her arms in infancy and holding his hand as he learns to walk and later crosses the street to enter kindergarten.
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