A Greensboro Sit-In Slam by Sabrina Delrio
Four men sit with pride and interrogation,
covered and painted, dressed in colors
reflecting the bravery seeping through.
Despite their insecurities and impurities,
letting down, fighting to their knees.
I look up to them and believe that I can stand tall,
whether if I am with three others or standing with no one at all.
I rise to the top because my beliefs and opinions are allowed to shine too,
like Joseph, Franklin, Ezell, David, and the rest of you.
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