Just imagine reacting, almost daily, to…

A few steps out of the door
and twilight
You run into a wall but turn… left and stumble forward
Into dim light. Because it’s light.
Kind of
And it gets comfortable for…
A block or a mile or a week
And you have a smile and water
When the goddamned ground stars buckling
And it’s pouring
with vultures circling
And a childhood bully robs your house and
Sells all of your shit for drugs
But you keep walking as if you
will get all of your shit back
(You will NEVER get any of your shit back)
And there is a corner and another dim mile
And a hole in your shoe
And you are late for…what the fuck ever

This is the emotional absurdity
Of living with racism