Black Boy Joy

I see you
jaw tight
fists clenched.
I see you there,
beyond this wall
Running, grasping, falling.
I see you & call out
but my voice is worn to a raggedy,
raspy whisper &
you can’t/don’t/won’t hear me.
I see you & realize
I never understood desperation.
I never wanted anything,
not really
until now.

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