Coming in Black

a wistful worry wraps my mind

as i navigate Life this space and time

dropped right in with no fair warning

eyes open to Here being quite alarming

much self placement, i must contemplate

to navigate unwarranted situations of hate

the Here i face yet fear is a trying existence

though no one exists in a inferior sense

all this hatred washes over like a wave

felt daily, a tree-less shade

this is the lie we are fed when we come

the ' them above those' that must be collectively undone

to see what has been will not feel good

within accountability, must be stood

the hue of Here serves as a serious stain

our ignorance is our universal bane

we are all one and there truly is no lack

so if we talk about the colors of Life we must start and end with Black