If they needed further evidence that our lives matter
they could find it each year at Camp
where I watch Black children of every hue
simply live their joy
seeds expanding into unending potential
kissed by the sun
To know that my son will find refuge
in this place every second week in August
as did I and his grandfather before him
fills me with relief
It is an inheritance of the most precious kind
A place we will always belong
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