Epigraph to MLK jr.

Emotionless Standing tall Shoulders straight Head held up high, but barely All other pairs of eyes are cast astray Allowing for thyself to let out a sigh, barely audible Internal emotions fight the propensity to be made aware, External, exposed for all to hear Only in the dark of night at days end, do the waterfalls begin streaming down, unrelentless Realization of what’s lost finally settling in