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I remember anger and hate's strongly clinched fist

of fear

I remember everything even what I really don't want to

but most of all I remember the last tear

I remember the ecstasy like feeling holding me so

tightly against the menacing chest of my very own rage

I remember saying to myself this will be the last

entry I ever again attempt to make upon this pitiful page

and a thought of stifling self contempt came over me

and it was a feeling I couldn't even begin to engage

I remember crying when they wouldn't let you get up

because of the color of your skin

I am suddenly saddened as I realize then I could do

nothing but what I am now doing with the blood of this

passive pen

explaining to myself and you my actions by replaying  

the scene in my head over and over again

to do nothing but assess the situation and merely

write about it instead of righting an unnecessary

wrong

surely that alone must be a sin

the only way to rise above that night is to see to it that it

is never allowed before my eyes to be repeated

that will be the first and maybe faltering step on

my part

which is truly what is needed

and learn alas racism of such cruel caliber is never

again to be exceeded

no man has the right to hold one's dignity over

another s head

in attempt to make him feel the lesser man and

there for cheated

racial punishments the foulest and most ignorant sister

to sin

now that I know just what it is I have stored inside

me

next time I won't stand passively by and just watch

those animals who called themselves men.........

( written Dec 17,1991 am)