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For One Hour
For one hour I’m free
Free of all these thoughts
I allow myself to forget
I let myself forget my fears
I move my body and run
This hour allows me clarity
This hours allows me silence
I move not to be idle
I move to be alone
I miss sometime alone
The sun warms my back
The streets are my support
I revel in the emptiness
I just feel my breathing
I actually love my city?
Oh, right I’m just running…
My mind begin to wander
My emotions surface eventually
I think of my favorite person
I think of us together
I think of what matters
I feel strangers’s eyes
I feel their utter bewilderment
Why am I their subject?
Why do Black folks stare too?
Why make this weird strangers?
Oh right, I’m running…
How long has this been?
How much is my limit?
Do I want this punishment?
Do I…
