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“White Chalk” by Tyqueashis Bridges

My arms are spread wide on the cold pavement
as if I am asking for forgiveness from God above.
Blood leaks from my chest, my life suspended.

Have you ever seen a black man’s crucifixion? Just watch
the news, how the white chalk marks the spot where those black
thoughts once were alive but now a blackout, is the only
place any black man ever gets to see now.