Black History Month

The space of our footsteps not measured just by sharpened scissors

as i viewed steps in orange dusk of El Paso beyond the 10 block radius that fortified once

mixed with the hard earned sweat of black soldiers with no other place to be welcome

where hair, nails and hair were trimmed slimmed and edged up while kids play

as church services gave solace to the souls of the many purposed and astray

as Pullmen Porters washed the residue of standing without ovations or graditude clang on train tracks

and groups of entrepreneus boogied to the musing of artistic creation in the only club in El Paso we could go

I am the Black Tar seeped into the crevices of El Paso Black Wall Street

Proud orator of what was, is and will be thru me and us in the 915