With questions

Answers are already made

Improvised

We only know what we’ve written

What we’re writing is mystery

Our grasp holds only remnants

Of something

What we review is this:

We are

Racially human 

Culturally poets

Promulgating an aesthetic

Of opposition and reflection

On dark spaces

Brillent corners

Truth hides and we like detectives

Uncover dig and reveal

Resolve untouchable realities

Full of myths with DNA of

What we was

Who we were

How we arrived

At places of eminent danger

And revelation 

We can’t be sure who

Does it better

Or when to move on