If I Could.
- Candy K
- Feb 14, 2024
- 2 min read
There's a song
by Regina Bell called
'If I Could'.

I saw this photo on Pinterest.
Of course,
I've edited it a bit 🤷🏽♀️,
but that's just the artist in me.
That being said.
I mention these two things at the onset
so you're able to follow my train of thought 💭 as I'm writing now.
If I Could.
If We Could.
My daughter teases me a lot,
I guess there's a TikTok or a FB reel
I'm not sure,
I will add it if I can;
but in it the Black Police Officer
ends up yelling
"Oh No! Not Black Babies!"
and then
proceeds to run off in a teasy. 🤣
I HOPE to save them Black babies! 😂

If I Could.
If I Could Save MY Black Babies.
Every since I was a child
I was aware that we still weren't free.
That's a huge statement.
And perhaps
my children know me well enough
now to know
that the statement is true.
My children.
Myself.
My siblings and parents.
I can go on,
we're not free.
Who is free?
Very few people FEEL free.
But even with those that do, they're not.
They're chained in.
Chained in to live with another's man decisions whether right or wrong.
And the truth is:
I gave birth to children in slavery.
I birthed babies into a life a limited choices.
Very limited.
And even those choices
the ones that
they do get to make,
~ as I have tried to teach them ~
those choices only decide for them
the kind of slave
they are choosing to be.
If I Could.
The song says.
'I would protect you from the sadness in your eyes'.
'Give you courage ~ in a world of compromise.'

She so eloquently states:
'I would teach you ALL the things
I never learned.'
'Help you cross the bridges that I've burned'.
If I Could.

My Sista sings these words, and they whisper to me the words of our hearts.
Black parents, and I say Black parents, but it applies to all ~ hopefully.
We all want what is best for our children.
But we know we are helpless.
All I'm Sayin' Is...🫦
We know that we are not Superheroes.
We know that we cannot protect them.
We cannot save them.
Black Babies.
Brown Babies.
White Babies.
It doesn't matter.
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