Invisible Black People
Joel Leon.

Weapons in their hands
Whetstones on their teeth
Grimaces of pain 
Daggers drawn 
Anger anger anger
on their breakfast
Recondite reasons for hatred
Leaving for work with violence already boiling
It all just stepped up (a gear)
They saw him again, he didn’t know.

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