I’m with you swaying
standing next to you during that moment of silence
seeking to find me in Martin Luther King, amongst Garvey, between the Panthers so I
collect afros and scraped down
heels from marching
surrounding myself with titties and thighs
cause I know I did something more in the movement than take notes and mix lemonade
Where’s my day? My stamp? My park? My street?
no building/no parade/no libraries
but I know the shoulders I stand on
and today is our day.