if i could i would mirrorthe distant images they try to hideworld viewcold eyes starei can’t comfort in this zone we are ini beckon to youi am scared of what they are capable of doing because
of their jobbruised pridetorn consciencewill they understand what it’s liketo be a man, black in America?cannot comprehend their existencethey hide behind a badgewhile we wear the maskforcing us to serve life sentencesexecutive decisions cannot saveenslaved uswith no barslet this be of comfort to youi can help heal those scarsi understand while they cannot comprehendstrong black man i overstand this reality we are in