Friday, and I was thinking that I've arrived @ that place in America, where I am not so much a threat, as an annoyance. Odd too, for I can still taste the sweet smell of my own blood, still sense that dread and unease, and yet, here it is, an age where I’m not so much a Young, Handsome Black Man, and the fears caught up in that phrase, but I’m a Man, who’s Black, which today, seems to not excite as many anxieties.
Not that having the grey says that I’m any less
threatening, for I think that now my with my brain quicker than my fist, I’m a
more formidable opponent, but, in this place, appearances have always counted
more than substance, so in a way, I guess it’s a good thing that I’m more uncle
ben, than Mandingo Buck!
Friday, and as I was watching the world out of the
corner of my eye, I was reminded that with it so soon to be “game over” for the
man, and then what; Are we the next Canada, or the next Britannia?
Friday, and I normally have another thought in
this, but today, I’m up against that milepost, where most of us never get to
stand, so me, I’m taking it all in, more than when I’m thinking it further out.
Sweet Friday. Not sweet like after the blow, but close enough for
now…
