Today my son is three years old.
White people stop me often to tell me how beautiful and well mannered he is.
How smart he is…
As if it’s some kind of surprise.
He’s adorable and no one shrinks back in fear when he approaches.
No one feels threatened when he smiles and looks their way.
Officers speak kindly,
They tell him, “he’s such a smart little guy,”
They give him high fives and free stuff.
Tell him officers are his “friend”
I don’t correct them.
I smile, politely, and nod my head.
…my son knows no hate and I won’t instill it in him.
As the officer smiles and walks away….
Leaving behind the words, “Ma’am, you and your little man have a good day,”
I can’t help but think to myself…
Today, my son is three years old.
What happens tomorrow?