At the starting line full of 

equal opportunity

Is the vision of success genuine?

Will me and a friend of mine fail to prosper in unity?

There is an uncomfortable 

Space in the Race, in which

drivers may know about the systemic difference between us and first place, 

the realization of inter space and i n t r a s p a c e.

No commonplace but to outpace,

Ahead lies an insufferable demise.

The disguise of competition attempts to make US separate,

A friend of mine says "resign the micro-aggressed despise and retreat to

aN confederate of All Aggressed Colored People,"

potential Under the Hood is too great to be deceived by

the lies of All cars Are Created Equal.

A rocking chair of unorder,

Refute the set back and set forward.

Approaching one of many finish lines

We’d love to see it together at every line, a sublime checkered flag swaying.