Apr 19, 2019

'Each one forgot what the other looked like, exactly.' //

Each one forgot what the other looked like, exactly.
Faces were almost there in memory, but not quite.
Blurred a bit, you know?

They walked the same streets, but not at the same time,
And not in the same manner. One walked with privilege,
The other moved from shadow to shadow.

In America, you can love the other, even marry,
But not be equal. The person of color
Is always second best. Unequal. Uneven.

Even the shadows on the street mistrust each other.
People separate, go their own ways. In time,
The memory will blur. But the difference remains.


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