Save the children

………He found the N word under his grandfather’s dresser, blew the dust off and then started to gesture, in the mirror remembering being teased that he looks like uncle Fester; nigga, nigga, it came out so uncensored, for some reason it felt like a thirst quencher. His hate found an exercise, and to his surprise excitement arise, like it’s time for a surfer to caught the incoming tides. The excitement is frightening, the hate is too binding, it’s his self that needs finding, he puts it back in its box, cause it exceeded his emotional knocks.