why i try

  
part of me keeps trying

with the rise and fall of the sun

with the bloom and wilt of carnations

with the wake and sleep of my black baby boy 

i keep on keeping on

trying best as i can

to collect the bits of myself that you and the sunrays sent 

scattered

in all dangerous directions

across my bedroom floor

and the pit of my stomach alike

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