by Jerrell Davis

My locs hang low and long
as my skin glows Black and strong

while I march thru crowds
of “well-intentioned” (yet, unWoke) White folk

who don’t see their silence as violence
[ringing so loud]
they can’t hear Truth in the quiet-

This steady diet of lies
sees my Light lost like dilated eyes:
amidst the dim of mind
My Darkness Shines!

Painting by Magdaleno Roldan Escudero