Coffee for Negroes

The life of a Negro
is confusing
Inside and Outside
We find reason in a world
that tells us not to

“It isn’t about you,”
they say.
You are pale grey
amongst rainbow coalitions
Dead Inside and Outside
but still of value
Dry bones for good tinder
The only light we know how to be

Undoubtedly,
The fiery darts with dull ends
Jab-less boxers
who refuse to set up
One hitters
Then quitters

Broken chains of generations
remain generous
While graves remain
the same

To think change
is to be strange
Fruit that don’t fall far
from trees that used to believe
in Freedom