that movie made me feel like
            such a "nigger"

although i know i am not

he crept his dark hands across her fair skin

and the movie was made
to make me squirm
in my seat

like there was something uncomfortable

about a "nigger"
in the company of 
        the fair angel

i had to cross my legs
and squint my eyes

to blur out
and lessen the contrast

i felt like i was that
            "nigger"

running through the streets
and the chaste dream;

chasing the faraway angel
who's always portrayed to be slightly higher than everything else that's small and dark and is in the end meant to exist so humbly and eternally

in awe.  

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