Hues

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35022
United States
33° 17' 21.1092" N, 86° 57' 44.6724" W

Late in the evening when the Magnolia tree stops blowing;
The smell of sweat and hate emerges;
Sounds of incoherent flour men singing the day's events.

Winds of change passed by without a word being spoken;
Could the words spoken even be in existence?
The voices of change are stamped out by shouts and screams.

Twisted and turned with a purpose in mind onward we march;
Determined to say more than our ancestors could say;
We paused too long.

Smart enough to run for the milkman every Saturday;
Strong enough to carry a nation on broad shoulders;
Still not considered a man.

Anguished and knowledge bruised;
Bleeding and suffering from amnesia, we falter;
Transcended in the moment still too late.

Wounded from ignorance and in trepidation;
Defeated, but battlefield ready we sang "Amazing Grace";
Like dark people do.

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