Black Son.
I don’t want fear to raise my son.
I don’t want fear to raise my son.
“Mama, what’s your favorite color?” “Yellow…!” he bellows out before I can answer. I ask him, “Austin, what’s your favorite color?” He answers without a drop in the beat. “Byack”
They always say you can never really pick your family but you can pick your friends but I love that these two are both family and friends to me and I appreciate them deeply!
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