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My Son

As I held him for the very first time, I looked into his eyes awash with emotions. My son! Was this true? Was I holding in my arms my son? I had dreamed of this moment for as long as I could remember, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same. My life, the choices I’d make were no longer for me. From this moment on, every decision I would make would be made with this beautiful young child I held in my arms in mind in mind, and I would have it no other way. I would go to war to protect this child; I would let no one or nothing hurt him physically, mentally, or spiritually. Despite my happiness, there was still a small part of me that wondered was it fair to bring him into this world. A world that will not look upon his beautiful bronze skin for the magnificence It represented. Instead, they will look at it as a threat. He will be a target, and each day he leaves the house, I will have to worry if he will return. He will have to work twice as hard to be considered an equal of those less talented than him. They will question him at every step. Was it fair to bring such innocence, such beauty into such an ugly world? Was it selfish on my part? Will I be able to protect my son? These are the thoughts that run through my mind in what should be a moment of unbridled joy. Sadly is the reality of being a black man in America