i Come, from a family of adapters.
we Come, from a bowl shaped city
that over flooded like God poured a little bit too much
milk into his cereal.
we’ve been around unstable circumstances and change all our lives.
We Know What the piggy bank a little close
to close to the edge of the counter feels like.
but when we fall, we arise.
not unscathed, but flawless.
we were brought up like everybody around us; poor.
our only motivational words from our parents
“Do better than we did”
so we had no choice but to be flawless.
we never understood how to accomplish those dreams
we spent all daydreaming in class
not seeing how something as obscure
as a bad education could help us.
in school, we only learned how to ignore our own ignorance
how to forget about the things
that We Don’t Know,
raised to overlook the obvious.
it’s not like we don’t see that privilege lit up in
the brilliance of that white light,
but when squinting stops working
what else can you do but look away.
They, are not flawless. It hurts to look at
for those of us who are.
we had 2 strikes against us
before we even went up to bat.
the first was our own poverty;
the second was theirs.
they aren’t from a high enough class
to recognize the richness
manifested in our pigmentation.
Black Diamonds are rare enough as it is
without them being taken away on a regular basis.
We Know, that we are flawless.
when will they see it.