Don’t let this be a trend.
Or a good book that we open and never read the end.
Don’t let this be a good movie that remains unplayed
After we paid money to watch it.
I want this to breathe infinitely.
Into the coils of our children.
I want it to strangle them until they’re body adapts and they inhale it
I want it to etch itself into the insides of our voices.
So we no longer have to whisper our greatness.
Across the bottom of our phrases and dialect.
I want the paint on our faces and our personalities to be permanent.
Like a black marker
Slashing across pages in a history book.

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