Crossing the White Line
Ebony drunk and burnt rubber sienna swerving,
I crossed the white line ...
And tragically,
with emotional intensity,
word vehicular hit a vanilla-colored human being
My coal senses were belly dulled
by the intoxicating, sepia pleasure liberating pang
Released from the crowded cell ghetto chains;
brief moments of obsidian ostrich flight
was a tad sight, rice pad pedestrian
Blurred tunnel vision ... hypnotized
by the freedom movement
of the mesmerizing, Soweto asphalt
Brother on a high-speed pace,
Indy race car accelerator celebration
Didn’t notice til it was too late —
I crossed the white line,
and saw naked fear in the pretty doe eyes
of a bipedal, snow-tail dear
Miracle of miracles ...
Jah put a sobering brake on my
nitro-boost, Zulu soul
The near-fatal demise of
a fragile, porcelain feminine figurine
caused my chocolate lungs to scream
Still in the land of the living,
she cerulean-eye cried out for help
in tear-translated
Afrikaner Lowland Samaritan
I shook my coconut shell pride
out of potted self-pity,
and rushed
to provide compassionate giving
I signature crossed my Zimbabwe name
on a zebra accident report —
the white sheet, black dotted line
And willing confessed to my
careless, ethnic insensitive crime
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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