Sometimes
My inner voice tells me
That I'm too black
Too down, too dismal
To the bound.

Because
Sometimes I'm the
Pharoah who will not
Let those people
Go.

And I find
The excruciating possibility
That it might be the world's fate
That I'm to wear a hardhat
Beneath my breastplate.

So that good will be done,
That I might venture
Into the white light of life
To look and think back
And know.