I happened upon this box
Layered with dust and mold.
How could I have ever known
The treasure it would hold?

I brushed away

It is true that your Grandmother lived so long ago in time, during the Great Depression

Her loving ways, her glazing

"History"

I look at my people, and can't help but frown;
When did we lose touch, with what it means to be brown?
To use your

What's pride on the edge

Of destruction

Reflecting the fool and his

Big decision

Rolling out the red carpet like

It's his

Let me be the one,

That you pick for the team, point and say I’ll have you. Not left till last as the one that will