Freedom Lunch

Breathe in. Stay calm. Fingers refuse As they shake. Reach for the door knob. Take a moment to gather Some valor. Think of The King. Remember Ghandi. Remember Rosa. The knob turns in my fingers. The store bell rings. As my foot clomps down On the concrete. Bloodshot eyes stare back, As sweat trickles down my forehead. Lips tremble. Pray. Here goes nothing. Approach the counter. One step, two step. Glance server, Straight in the eyes Don’t show him you’re afraid. Remember why you’re here. Place hands on counter, Lean on counter. Feels like ice in here. Bend And My God, I must Sit. Remember why you’re here. Sway stool back and forth. Open mouth and order. “I would like a sandwich, Please.” Stout server with greasy spit Glares “Git out, we don’t serve Your kind here.” Breathe. Remember why you’re here. One more try. “One sandwich please.” Diner bell rings. Heavy boots approach. No need to turn. You know who it is. Remember why you’re here. Brace yourself for The club’s strike. Blood will ooze in a moment. Tears will scratch your cheeks In a moment. Remember why you’re here. Diner bell rings. The fight for freedom Has arrived In Greensboro.