the day I decide
to dress
all black
head to toe black
one gold necklace hanging
bright
is the day that I watch
(beer in hand)
a group of people carrying
a cross
chanting “God is great”
chanting, marching
and these people
go on and on and on–
they span blocks
I stare from the doorway
a black silhouette and
my black cat
listlessly watches through
her small window.
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