Young, middle, aged, gathered
in the room. Some to support,
some to defend, some to hate,
others to learn. And despite
the strategic church like
outbursts all were respectful,
that is until a light brown one called
a dark brown one an “uncle tom sellout
negro.” Ruckus ensued, those that
needed to remain fled, and when
reconvened the air had a stench.
That micro incident emphasized
the macro purpose; to succeed
we must treat each other better.
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