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Last night I dreamed
Frederick Douglass shared his bread
When I taught him literacy
As self-defense against charlatans
he taught me truths and golden ones
On his final test the only question read
How can I be an abolitionist too?
He told me to
Walk this way
Deconstruct
Educate to elevate
Raise consciousness
Oppress no one
To always and in all ways
Do the good I know needs to be done
Teach my sons
Love my neighbors
Play no favorites
Breathe deep and have fun
“Now come on,
There’s work to be done”
I woke up alone in my space
A man of limited means
Fluent in dreams
Preparing to play on teams
Expecting my role
To be a limited
Low finance
Low visibility one
Wait, I need to call my sons
And if necessary holler
Until Dascha Polanco
Gets her whole damn dollar
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