Because The Rainbow Isn’t Suicide Anymore

I was Black yesterday. Blackity, Black, Black, Black… 
On my way to work, with my kinky hair stenciled to my Crown.
I was Breathing like Air was a Birthright 
And my shoes slapped the concrete 
Like a Bitch.

Because the Rainbow isn’t Suicide Anymore
I tread where my eagles congregate in perpetual sky-
Above the Ghetto of my familiar rivals...
Soaring in the Raiment
Of a Particular Sun that never casts a Shadow
Where my brown eyes kneel.
I see the Light… and unleashed, I strut like a phantom- 
Your equal in all things… 

However suspect, 
When bombs go off
at point blank 
range

Invisible to Cabbies.