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Night can’t come quicker
I need it dark
Dark, so even my blue walls look black
I’m a troubled man
I got this black on my back
I need a dark room
I need silence
I’m black all over
This blackness covers me
It’s all over me
It’s all over my life.
Today, was Monday
I wore this blue collar shirt
Today, was Monday
I left early to catch the train
Today, was Monday
I passed her again, Beauty on Wacker Drive
I said, “Hi”
Wish we were more than friends
I hear that she doesn’t date black men.
Today, was Monday
My face is in my hands
In this claustrophobic cubicle I sit in
This is what I hoped for,
The job I prayed for
My life changing plan.
I’m not respected, here
I’m underpaid, the new slave
I’m drowning in this work.
Today, was Monday
It’s so dark sitting in this room
It’s so dark in here
It’s so dark, these blue walls look black.
Another poem to read: Untitled, Alliyah 2020
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