The combination of color, genes, and ancestry my kinfolk and I have been imbued with alots us — or, at the very least, alots me, which is still a very generous dosage — a specific duality. Hidden underneath and weaved within my double conscious and my ebonics and my yes ma’am’s and no sirs lays a malleability known to no one else on Earth.

Did you get that?

My color, my genes, and my ancestry sum into a very rare duality.

Did you get it now?

I am black, which means I am bandage; my being bandage renders me as blade. I am both. I am weapon and wound, the sanguine and the salve on top.

TO BE CONTINUED