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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