I want to make his shoe polish into seeds and sow them across our city
I hope the seeds will grow till they've uprooted the stubborn cement, revealing
the earth that is as black as his beautiful skin and as rich as his passion
for polishing shoes and as deep as his knowledge that how people walk matters
more than where they and up
in that soil we could nourish a new order and overturn the tables of the
slave-owners and torturers who do their clinical work with clean lines
in the name of a God they have never known
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