Stumbling to his senses he fell into his routine
Readied for the world he stepped from behind his fort
Warm was the sun that kissed his face
Walking block after block he was greeted
Womanly smiles and manly nods gave him affirmation
The sounds that warm the air were abundant
Every step inflated the anticipation of the day’s coming events
With destination in sight, he was blind-sided
Two old ladies were the perpetrators with their reckless actions
In the aftermath of this crash
He catches the reflection of a figure in a near by window
Standing alone naked, holding just the pieces of his dignity
A reminder that he is still black.
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