i’ll walk next to you
not so fast
i need to make sure my shoes are tied, my caps on straight, and align the strings on my hoodie before i make a break to join you on this tromps through back-alleyways and caverns created and tested by few who were willing to take a risk
escalating our senses to the uncomfortable point of understanding we won’t ever get there
“but how much loooonger?”
there is no long
keep walking doesn’t seem to register with those still stuck at the starting line, striding in place
a treadmill race
wondering why the gun shots echoed, smoked, and left our senses
i saw the proof
we circled them
without a place to claim or win to regain the slave shoveled medal designed to remind us we’re still wandering, working, developing
how can we be anything but equal?
when we’re nothing
not nothing without a ‘thing’
nothing with everything
waiting to be recognized will only leave you guessing
my feelings vanish
electric pulses now form our shape
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