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The Little Black Boy by William Blake

The Little Black Boy by William Blake

“When my father thinks upon me significantly, I feel him. This is the only time I think of him. He is sad, and will die in this state, not knowing how to relinquish regret, and separate from living pain. Although I wish him peace, I am not the master. Although I sound jaded, I am sure of my words. I don’ t know what it’s like to be a black man with a white mother. I only know that in his 50’s, he had not yet accepted that part of himself as reality. I know this because I told him he hated himself, and without hesitation, he agreed. My comment was made without sensititivity to the expression of his anger, which is always an attempt to release pain. He stopped speaking in anger to me after that day, but only because I went straight to his heart with my words. He thinks of me now only because he would re-do all things if he could. I think of him because he can’t, and because I wish him peace and love regardless. History is relived through me in a twist of sorts. I understand his pain, and hope to absorb it so that I might transform it. None of us are above our histories, and should we accept the challenge, we can rise not only to meet, but to erase the cycle for future generations; so that skin color, and all other defined orientations of mankind not become a preamble to touching our chosen loves and deities. ”

– Marisol A. Rasa