elegy written on a city parkbench
Separate, still equal
You hear not what I say
It’s not that you don’t listen
But these words still can’t convey
Truly black and white
Predestined to be mute
Emotions need no tongues
The blurred vision’ to dissolute
Separate, yet equal
The same yet still apart
Fate had willed our paths to stray
Separate, not equal
Don’t die for yesterday