by Poet t.l. sanders
Well, considering the given predicament,
I present this BlackLivesMatter sign as a present sent
to be opened in silence
Listen.
Sankofa eyelids allows us to live with color in mind—united
wisdom as our guide. Reminds us
our job, as a people, is defined in acts of kindness
and in how we’re reviving dying conversations
Think of applications
when places ask what one's race is—s/he could mark other
Ideally, the hue of the applicant applies less to levels of melanin pigment
and more toward the kind of person by which one wishes to be depicted
The hint is the kind of man
The tint is the hue. Man
is meant to mix and blend
with hues of men regardless our skin
We didn’t pick it
It’s no picnic. The Politics
and the picket sign bind blind mankind
to future contracts both co-sign
We’re buying the whole goldmine outlined in light
where white whisks all colors to illuminate the night—helping
us to see tangible pieces of Peace
Gently
open our eyelids and read with deeper belief
The BlackLivesMatter sign had to happen
My Dear Applicants,
Black represents all the colors combined
AS ONE
when it comes to pigments. Comprehend that
No matter the disdain for change,
we proclaim progress. We know this
might rain on the parade or the protest
Yet, let’s noticed the after-effect
of rain brings a rainbow
See the pots of gold through the souls’ window. Pain
and hate—they have to go. Leaving
Love Of Laughter to be mastered. Celebrating
together life’s true treasures before forever and
after always BlackLivesMatter