I didn’t need Sterling or Bill Maher to figure out they still hate us
and we’re socially scarred.

No matter the status, origins never escape us.
Stars disgrace us.
Nihilism sedates us.

Politicians tear the concrete, and uproot pipelines to replace us.

Jim Crow claims to be virtually gone, systems like branches with old roots,
but they still sort us and eradicate curious mind-states.

Prison eliminates us—through colorful prisms shaped, repackaged, and sold as fate.

Schools pat themselves on the back for integrating but they’re assimilating us.

Crab bucket syndrome, rather than fishing, stagnates us.

Living two lives, my mother’s pupils carry bags of African earth beneath her eyes—in the forest of wolves the darkness lies…to find myself in binary sunrise…emerge like Egypt from the invisible tales and sharpened edges and smoothed wedges of one’s karma. I’m finding all parts to my inimitable history, to remember momma—my past can’t be a mystery.

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[May 12, 2014]