Limbs
Black boots
thudding on clean ground,
our sound. I
am Man, human, opposing
the men
pointing green guns, helmets, crowns
Legs move
together, compounds, exposing
our pieces
of a jigsaw, come together,
pride
profound. Chests heaving with each breath
we walk,
right, left, feet enclosed with leather,
bodies
exposed, tar skin, a heart of death
to those who
surround us, renowned for this.
Keep
walking, noisy silence, no one talking.
We are the
divide, the difference, with glasses
to hide the
whites of our eyes, conceals
the true
person who lives beneath,
black skin,
only seen by my eyes and my teeth.
© Caitriona Hansen
© Caitriona Hansen
©
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