Closing the Book On that:

When the darkness is over-as if I’d shut the big slate door

and opened my arms touching wisdom on the shoulder- leaving behind all the things

that once defined my life (all the why’s and why not are no longer needed)

• if you don’t understand my kinky-black hair -that’s alright
• if you can’t imagine being born the darker race
• if you feel- that falling and rising is a “metaphysical dilemma you haven’t conquered yet”
• if when being questioned who are you becomes too much
• if when talking of loving or being in love – a silence rushes in

This is who am, and I’m not perfect, and there’s no sentence to complete that…