Theme: Racism

Isla Vista After Dark

At midnight
When they return
Chortling and talking loudly
You sense their carousal,
Their smart turning of time,
Their derision of the world.

Sweating after a hard day's work
You cower in the darkness
When they thump
Each other on the shoulders,
Making whooping Native Indian calls
And revving up their SUV engines.

You always knew
That there was a color divide,
A burning desire to be a shade lighter
Than you were,
But never thought that in the darkness
Color takes on an altogether different hue.


More By  :  Mukesh Williams

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