There is no greater government conspiracy
than thinking that I am worthless,
that my black skin
relegates me to a degree of being
that is less than a shadow
barely a breadth of human
or that I am
more insignificant
than smallest insect that scurries along
in the dark, unseen by you or your ilk—
But I know better.
Even as you tiptoe around me
with your delicate sensibilities
I listen to you,
making your innuendos and whispering
your insinuations,
justifying your sick blindness to my existence...
But know that I watch
and I stand at the ready
a warrior at the gate
larger than you can possibly imagine
and lifted by the strength
of my ancestors before me
because even bigger than the fallacy
of my “lack of worth”
is the truth
of your cowardice
your fear
your ignorance
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