#38:#37:#36

38: 4.2.09

While you can consent to struggle
this is not an option for me.
Your "work"
is my life
Your "comfort"
my strife
I act "black"
while you don't see yourself
as "white"

37: 4.3.09

I saw a man
with your eyes today
set behind wired frames
...it made me want to love him
because you were too far away

36: 4.4.09

20minutes away from
forty-one years ago
your blood lay stained on concrete
garbage trucks sit still in memphis
while windows and doors refuse to open

I wear your words on my back
...as they seep into my pores
I live within the nighmare
the evening after your dream

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