When it cracks

They say that Black
don’t crack.

But it can be
apt to warp
and atrophy

sometimes folding
against a weight
it cannot consecrate.

That unmitigating hate
comprised and seen
through lies
that seamlessly malign
and surmised by eyes
that can never
endeavor to be
refined.

Having the audacity
to wield hope.
As that trophy –
in affirmation
that this skin
ain’t no sin.

If you are trying to convince me
that I am less than –

that my friend
will never stand.

A live reading of said piece by your truly: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRgxRPeg/

In the shadows of giants, Frederick Douglass.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes