Muddy Water

I showed her under my skin

for syncopation’s sake.

such finesse

Again, making a shrine

Of the side lines

with her legs crossed high

She isn’t Glowing night-crawler white

she’s a darker

human shade

 

How strange to admire

Resiliency

As the hand

Of the oppressor

And though. I act like they’re

sharpening their blade

With Caucasian names

 

My trail paved with

My steps in mind

No serendipity

To an enamel design

 

If I stand upon a peak

does my height

imply

greatness?

 

we’ve crudely stapled

our misplaced ends

and with closed eye comparisons

we claim

a superior being