this label

the center
of nothing
can be found
when there is no
home to call
place
but a place
replacing the
home wished to be
known

absent minded
culturally deprived
and hopelessly hopeful
to fill that void

not that being
what there is to be
is wrong

such history it holds
revolution and the King Dr.
shackles to houses of white
pages of stories
never lived just
heard

instead
come home
to a mother who
has lived through too
much to tell
to a father
you know
nothing of
and they know
nothing of
they land they seek
as we are
seeking
to find
where we belong
beyond this label
they call black