Consciousness pours milk into a large glass pitcher
of being mindful, the body is all we know
not being born Black, I cannot assume to think
subtle as plain milk, that experience catches
consciousness off-guard, I am my body, I sense
in an instant, change, the internal lets me grow
only external stimuli perceived, I blink
unaware of time, try to get under your skin
still to understand, but no, the magma is dense
nothing but lava, we melt if we touch the ground
even being brown, South Asian, comparison
simply lacks the weight, contrast history unsound
such efforts are weak, wrong-headed, the origin
perhaps a mistake, to believe, our skin too thin
ours thick as a bear, suppositions of the past
urns full of ashes, skulls beside bones in the sand
remember our skin, divides us all by our race
submerged in the past, a lie no one thought would last
milk is for infants, newborns know nothing by sight
ilk divide in groups, alike in kind, based on brand
liminal thresholds, boundaries beyond any trace
kin recognize kin, what meaning beyond this life
in this one lifetime, we love or hate, praise or fight
not to do justice, not to act as one family
to divide by race, to divide by hair color
organized racists, take up the cause handily
as one family is incest, such is our squalor
little to believe, what is given is our strife
asked to get along, we sever ties, love is hard
reality melts the bonds of our servitude
guaranteed nothing, each day of life a blessing
everlasting faith, believe what you want, the cards
gleam in both your hands, light through a stained glass window
leave experience aside, faith is attitude
all about swagger, confidence without messing
silently around, slipping past insular gates
save this exclusion, the culture within Shinto
pretend I know God, seeing the world through God's eyes
if over my eyes the wool was pulled, I was young
to drink infant's milk the rest of my life, the lies
chosen to accept, everywhere I turn, dead hung
hunted as if prey, strange fruit, these United States
enough is enough, you are Black and I move on
relax, we still friends, even though you're dead and gone
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