We will talk-
The road so wanted
So projected and dreamt about­
Each inch preplanned.
How will the talk go?
Really?
It will be like riding
On an elevator
And me a black person.
Will I have the right
To travel through each floor
To get to the ground floor
So wished for?
How much stopping?
Oh, I am afraid
It won't run­
You'll come in
Big and powerful and cold
And will say,
"Two floors- that's all-
Get off and skip lightly over­
Don't be a fool-
You can't go to the first­
Not with me"
Or, that I'll be afraid
To go to the ground floor­
Too far to go with you-
A big tall white person.
So, then you'll leave
And I'll be alone.
Alone I can
Ride to the ground floor
And picture again
What it would be like to travel
the core floors
With you.
It hurts to see alone
Levels wanted to see with you.