Black Boys: a poem by Miracle Garren

I see a star who shines bright, in a darkened night,

Did you know, not all stars shine white?

They're shades of black.

Blue under moonlight, 

 reflects back into my eyes. 

The arch nemesis 

of the summer night sky.

Heavy with starlight 

the defining glow of 

 melanated skin reconstructs 

the meaning of darkness 

itself. 

            Guilty until proven dead

 Gone. 

  Going going gone 

Spark of fireworks lit at dawn.  

When a black boy has fallen 

dark is no longer the delight 

feared is the memory of 

their sight.