black man
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We see in a certain way
What we think we know
We don't
We see you struggle
We see you die
We do nothing
We think we understand
We feel sorry
We see again and again
We ignore
Polo and Silk,
dark-skinned and coffee-colored eyes,
Terell Kenneth Lewis
Levels the tux
Upon his chest.
Momma, openly nostalgic
of the times of living on her own
He had looks that could kill.
Eyes that could melt your soul.
A stare that locked you in.
And lips that only he himself, could possess.
He was like no other.
He wasn't just another brotha.
The Black man...which stands on the corner
It identifies and symbolizes the border in which his congregation of
friends and himself have allowed themselves to loiter
See everyday I pass along that very corner
