Me too...

Me too…

I, too, sing Africa in America.

I am the sweeter brother.
They send me to eat in the closet
When company comes,
But I smile
And live well
And grow bolder.

Tomorrow,
I’ll be on the frontlines
When company comes,
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me
“Live in our shadows”
quiet, complicit, glamorously tragic
then.

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poem by Reginald Jackson
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