Limbs

Limbs

Black boots thudding on clean ground,

our sound. I am Man, human, opposing

the men pointing green guns, helmets, crowns

Legs move together, compounds, exposing

our pieces of a jigsaw, come together,

pride profound. Chests heaving with each breath

we walk, right, left, feet enclosed with leather,

bodies exposed, tar skin, a heart of death

to those who surround us, renowned for this.

Keep walking, noisy silence, no one talking.

We are the divide, the difference, with glasses

to hide the whites of our eyes, conceals

the true person who lives beneath,

black skin, only seen by my eyes and my teeth.


 © Caitriona Hansen

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