running routes – all nasty and smooth
but we don’t run shit.
one kneeling blackskin
vs
32 Redskins.
&
White guilt, camouflaged as indignant rage.
&
Blue lines -blurred, at best.
one man. one strong man. one Black man.
My Brother,
you are not alone.
you are not
alone.
we are one nation
divided.
but
you are not alone.
But,
I will not lie,
it is dark right now.
Our light, once a beacon of potential,
is broken by prisms of greed,
and shrouded in a the veil of fear.
it is dark.
I was born right here,
in the dark
and I ain’t never been home.
never.
but,
hope
springs eternal
and,
if we close our eyes
and open our hearts
some may see,
not
you and me,
But We.
I know a blind man
who could see the beauty
we yearn to be:
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