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Air, roving below the blind into my body
I stand and hear them, the cars, they
pass in a delicate hum, as if they shush me
and quiet my mind
Here I am!
patient and sturdy
I have spoken the truth and have gained deserved respect
from him, from them, from myself

Where is she?  I wish she would approach my existence
She is dark, darker than me, and more beautiful
Her lips are brown as painted by her mother's hunger
Brown, I need to be brown, I need to sweat
my feet must walk with the risk of injury
as they are their own support
I go soon
So liesurely stand I 
as I pass through ways with a loud wisdom I have yet to hear
what echoes is this--
the remnants of their resolves