Adapted From My Original Poem: Chronology Of A Small Black God They laughed when he fell down, or when his shirt was torn, or when he wore no shoes or socks, or when his haircut was different from the rest. And he was embarrassed. Because He didn't understand why. They laughed when monosyllabic words became stuttering redundacies. And they said he talked funny. And he was embarrassed. Because he did. They enjoyed calling him names like skinny, slim, and bony. And they said the wind could blow him over. And he was embarrassed. Because they had said it. They repeatedly... Read more →