the world is more
than black and white
yet I lose not sight of arrangement
and feeling of place
I know these walls
intimate with their tremblings
my heart encompasses absolute truth
but my mind navigates orientation
and I am inside the belly of the beast
being not the least bit confused
of whose beastly belly I am submerged
the sickly grotesque stomach lining
of stolen legacies
for this is the insides of a white man
and I have been swallowed whole in his world
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