I honestly thought I was right
I swear, the light, seemed so clear
but the dots dancing around my feet dear
were firefly shadows.
the sound of my hubris is still ringing
singing a haunting refrain in B flat minor.
Songs about can’t.
How I can’t be a chameleon to your father
Why bother even trying
lying to the melanin
the tattooed sin of our love and rage.
And I swear the lightness of his skin
seemed so clear to me for you then
and I knew what you needed.
or I thought I knew I knew
what you needed to want
Because, to be blunt, you looked tired of running with me.
and he could carry you to the end.
And was it right to pretend
while you bled from your knees
that the leaves falling on the track
did not track our eventual demise?
There’s no point in finishing a race, if the running stops your heart.
Because I was wrong
Because we are not interacial because
we are not between races,
we are still running for the life of us
And I am not crushed that they assume
that we rushed into this wall cutaneous
So don’t sing to about ebony and ivory
and don’t preach to me about chocolate and vanilla
and don’t talk at me about the world being black and and white
or black and right
addicted to the sight that we, the prophets of posterity gave up for
half coherent text messages at 3 in the AM
pushing air just for the friction until we fall
into unconscious bliss
and this race is not over
Oh! not be a long shot and
Oh! we shall run together and
Oh! the light bouncing off our conviction
like a freshly waxed car in the Garden State sun.
and the best part is
the only color reflected
Is the color of the rejected dogma.
The of us
The color of eternity.