There’s a collective mind-shifting,
like my two feet impatiently
standing in line at the bank.

Now we take baby’s first steps
of thinking of ourselves
as a race, as something other than:

Unique,
Neutral,
America.

As children we played with blocks,
practiced building houses
and occupying them.

Now our defenses are knocked down,
but we gather the blocks back,
trying to return to the house
we were building

on the backs of people we won’t see.