A few scattered Caucasoids
ride east to Cabbage Town from Five Points
engrossed in reading
so as not to look up at the passengers
some in veils, latter day Muslims,
and there the vendor of exotic oils
I can vouch for his incense,
and there the evangelist scolding the sodomites
My people,
my color
black glistening,
others dusted in construction powder
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