At times
i feel as if
i live
in two different world
one Black
one "other"
because while
the happiness
that comes
from living,
breathing,
teaching,
believing in,
helping,
serving,
loving
my people
is overshadowed
by the other world
the world at large
with its
glass ceilings,
strange stares,
misunderstandings,
prejudice,
racism,
hate
still i write
but
i am both
blessed and cursed
for even when
i am at
the tip of love
or the point
of pain
words still flow