When we ask to be called by our proper names, uncouth— When we lift each other up, unfair prejudice— When we document our labors, unseemly boast— When brilliance is the fire we bear, a charge of theft— The ease with which they think the worst of us—
When we ask to be called by our proper names, uncouth— When we lift each other up, unfair prejudice— When we document our labors, unseemly boast— When brilliance is the fire we bear, a charge of theft— The ease with which they think the worst of us—