When I was

-a boy.

I saw black

-stars.

Turn dark.

Cold blues

-fell on

broken feet.

See when I

was- a boy.

I stood tall on

my stoop.

See my wicked

jump shot

is when

pen meets

paper.

But like most

black boys’

Dreams.

Mine started

running

jumping

—

Silence

See if —

you look

Like me.

—

Color is

— your

Name.

I swear

— that’s

Exactly

— what

happens.