Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
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Invisibility comes with secrets
Kept hidden away from publicity
They cannot be exposed, because of bets
That friends will see it with simplicity
I am a speck of dust.
No, I am not alive;
Nor am I insignificant
I am a speck of dust, forever drifting, forever exploring,
and I might even settle down and rest
Much like Ellison's character,
I am an Invisible Man;
though not invisible by age or standing-
I hide in plain sight,
an outcast of both my races.
My father's people dismiss me
What
Is
Your
Name
The question resonates in my brain as the ringing in my ears drill on with great intensity
THINK
