I shook his hand in a suit with a desk and a family portrait picture.
I was surprised to see that we match.
Not by what I was wearing but by what I had touched.
In a world set for me to fail,
I still am glad to be facing you, sir.
Your color is blinding,
Your soul so deep.
I’m happy to see a reflection.
“I have to swim away from the others.”
But not her. She made everything feel slightly better.
The devil dressed in red.
No blood is shed.
No tears swept.
No sweat to dread.
I can finally breathe.
“So with the homies, I hustle.”
THEM:
Hustle? Grind. Grind?
ME:
“So with my fellow peers, I strive to access some type of progress.”
“So with my fellow colleagues, I form some foundation, drastically,
maneuvering my morality, thinking that I will always be-
The prime golden gem that I am.”
Pearl.
Do you get it now?
They try to bury us but they did not know we were seeds.
To prosper, flourish, and grow, pretty young “thugs”-
I mean “things.”
Pretty young things, that we are, we aim for more.
THEM:
It’s okay to reach for your dreams, just not mine.
It’s okay to do better for yourself, just not better than me.
It’s okay to run for freedom but the chains to your roots
Always get to dictate where you could go.
ME:
Dope.
The thin line that separates me from the others.
Dope.
Nothing but whiteness in these spaces that I’m in.
Dope-
Is not what I want to live by anymore.
Dope-
Is not me, but it continues to bind me to the other side.
Whoosh.
The huge wave just took over.
I look left. I look right.
I see you but do you see me?
Swimming through the waves,
I realize-
You and I are paddling through the same waters,
But you have the floaties
And I have myself,
And my homies too!
Dope.
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