There he is again/ searching for me....
the object of his disdain/his bete noire

Looking at him through the facets of my
vision - he is a hulking one of them...

The ones who seek to cut off my already
truncated life

Swish! a swift, and practiced mano takes aim

Lo mein from last night's revelry my launch
to escape...too evasive

Yet, my aggravation is apparent, if only
to myself

Agitated setae sat stilly upon a bottled back

Nonetheless, I take this latest attack in stride...
An insignificant setback in this current battle
between he and I...between I and they...

Since this is a constant struggle/One that has
probably been going on since the inception of time

I profoundly ponder willful assaults from whilom ages...
Is this the genocide that my darker brothers from
another phylum speak of through the whisper stream?

For, I am also black, but very uncomely/ I am black,
but the sun has not made me so...

...No!...

I have attained my shape, size, and melanin through the
evolutionary hand of creation...

Still, do I deserve to reproduce, to be fruitful, and multiply?

Each day my numbers diminish, and nobody questions why?

Yet, every attempt to eagerly exterminate my existence
is met with a well executed jete...

Because hardly anyone is successful the first time...

I then let the momentum carry me high and away/ until
I once again become a negroid speck on a drab canvas..

...A canvas that only I can give color to...

F.O.T.W.?



fly on the wall