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 seemed1, 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
