“Brother,” New Era, Aug. 1997, 20


    Never been offered

    the opportunity to bask in the beauty

    of black. Now this neighborhood

    is mine, each colored brother

    my friend. If I stare into your eyes,

    I’m admiring. If I’m quiet,

    I’m observing. I will be

    your best friend.

    I will walk amongst

    your braided children and smile

    and touch and joke with them

    and never see colors.

    I see deep into the unique,

    for we’re twins in that aspect,

    cherish the thought

    of you and your way of life