Galvanized and gathered
Parks become platforms
people and purpose converge
and color is no longer monolithic
it's who we are
in between the history and hustle
I didn't sit. I stood
signed ancestors names in chalk
unmistakeable mohawk
parlaying
proving my existence adjacent to
and contextually black
but I am hellish red
burnt umber
tasting tongues behind the bathroom
laughing up pineapple spit
we shared
before the storm decided
I was way too hot
to stay
and touch that earth
with little more than poetry
Nigerian remixes
and a hunger too great for black
dollars
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