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for you who labor hard all day

then go home to bend your knees

in prayer for the dispossessed with

beautiful dark skin. for you who

struggle in the solemn houses of

God, are discriminated on the job,

in the schools, the local shops, the

doctor’s office, the hospitals, the cops,

on the buses, and trains, yet are never

chained by it. for you who have the

strength to sweep the halls, empty rubbish

bins, trim the lawns, plant flowers, harvest

crops, care for children, wash clothes, iron

shirts, and cook to make life easier for others

with means who never think to make you

a little more rich. for you who grow up to

become Supreme Court judges, astronauts,

scientists, Senators, composers, musicians,

novelists, artists, poets, ballerinas, actors,

teachers, therapists, plumbers, electricians,

masons, carpenters, preachers, athletes, priests

and nuns, high achievers in all the fields kept

closed to us, even president. for you who walk

the shady streets spreading joy, who rest homeless

on the park benches still drinking to confess, shoot

dope on rooftops to find home, who manage laughter

no matter how tangled life becomes with bunched

up crap. for you I cry to all the Gods in heaven

with a raised triumphant fist.