Lost across
Driving While Being Black
Shoplifting blackness
Lost across
The loneliness of a empty house the pitty Pat from Little feet running across kitchen table searching for that last bit of cake.
The loud clicking sound of glass breaking ,creaking of the door. When you get back aand the door is swinging back and forth. The live beating of you 💓 Beating like a drum and the snarls of the world beating at your door for more of the same reason.
© Quintez Rodgers Q23,
книга «Black life looked inside out».
Driving While Being Black
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