Let my heart bleed through this pen
#1I see how they look at metheir stares,

sneers and evil grins,

like they have never seen a black-manin this neighborhood before.

When I go to throw my garbage,

when I open my door,

when I am blowing my nose,

I see the doors shut quicklywhen I turn around,

I see the blinds close,

I see a shadow runand their dogs barkand show their teeth.

What are they looking at?

Is it my beautiful brown skin?

Do they want to run their fingerson it to see if the brownrubs off?

No, that’s silly!

Are they really looking at me?