Black Day

Don’t remember which
Black Day was my first
Just the setting aside
The segregation, if you will
Of this one day
A sneak preview of
Black Month

My cynicism came later

After I’d learned
Their pale stories,
His story seemed^{1, 2, 3}

My cynicism came later

I don’t know when
Black Days will end
Don’t know when
We’ll integrate
Into brown colors
Bleeding through

A calendar still to come


¹Accidental
²Afterthought
³Footnote