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in this house we raise our voices we are raising up black boys in this house in this house, some days our voices stay raised high other nights we are soft whispers black boys are becoming black men in this house in this house black boys blossom black boys bloom black boys cry or laugh black boys be brilliant in this house this is a black boys house filled with love we don’t let fear into this house we know fear intimately, but we don’t let it enter these doors this is a safe house for black boys becoming black men this is a safe house for black men who were once black boys this is our house and these are our suns.