keshawn, where are you my brother?
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my love to inspire young people remains to be endless
it all began when I facilitated a presentation about the male empowerment program
you were there, you were present when i resonated the importance of inspiring young men to be greater
you didn't buy in to my philosophy for whatever reason
only you know
but then, afterwards, i remember you wanted to have a sidebar with me
you asked me how can my program benefitted you
all i said was to rewrite your own history, and create your own legacy
those inspirational deliberation was deliver to you like the good word from the bible
it lit a fuse to your soul that solidify hope that dreams come true
it altered your perception in thinking i was just some boring cat providing a boring lecture
and you took a chance to sign up for my program
the moment of truth awaited when i called you to confirmed intake appointment
i heard your voice in assuring that you'll be there
but you never showed up
i wondered why
i called up to find out if everything was cool
your mom told me that you're on house arrest for selling drugs
my body felt numbed momentarily in disbelief
my mind was thinking in all directions
i was just telling your mom, i just spoke to you
none the less, i didn't pass judgement
it's easy to kick somebody when you're down
i wasn't going to do that, it inspires me to connect
though i never walk into a situation blindly
i knew what i was up against, this is why i love what i do
it's untaught and comes from within
i look forward to meeting you and stepdad during home visit
this was my chance to tap into your brain that was fogged with bad decision circulating stupidity to your vulnerable being
i'm glad i met stepdad, once again, you weren't there
i wondered, what happened this time
and then stepdad became the author in telling a story that's common, but tragically horrific
of all days, you and your mom had a fight on christmas day
a heated argument about something you wanted to do and your mom told you no
just the word no ignited a battery charge to your back
where you felt the need to be a big man in a little kid's body
you walked out
the next day, you came back with cops creating another story for the media to write about regarding a person of color fulfilling society's stereotype
PINS was in order, Order of Protection became the shield of your mom's armor
your presence was unwelcomed
next thing i heard is that your a member of the crips
you're a crip indeed-cripple for life if you don't leave
not the life brother
the acceptance you're looking for is in the wrong hands
the same hands that is spilled with blood
the same hands that is tired from firing off rounds
with rival gangs over territory in claiming neighborhoods that they never built in the 1st place
how stupid does it sound?
all you are to them is an expendible body waiting to implode when the block gets really hot
they don't care about you, the sooner you get it, the better off you're going to be
before i left, i gave your stepdad the application that represents a one way ticket that won't lead to your own grave, waiting for your name to be carved in stones
i also told your dad to pray for your sins, and wherever you are, you're in a safe place
my door is open to you if you want to open it
how can you open it if you're nowhere to be found
so i ask, keshawn, where are you my brother?