From Muntu Kuntu Energy: New and Selected Poetry,
Chatter House Press, 2013
It is not what you call me,
it is what I answer to…
driving in my car
black wisdom from the ages is turned on its head:
in my car
what i think of my Self is of no significance
(save in my own mind…)
because i am always black while driving
and i know they are there waiting lurking
out for some one black
i am a black man driving.
i have my own and countless other blackmenintheircars
stories to tell—
it is the same story; just new chapters from works in
out of America’s deep black story well.
i am blessed.
i have driven through my youth
and into my elder years—
i am still driving. they are
still there watching.
their fears are always near…