like a flash of lightning in the dark still night,
we see so much by the brief stark slash of light
we see the deep meaning of little slights
that add weight to each minute of every day
for millions to bear, like an unseen scar
from an invisible wound
a little epiphany...and I shudder
in the thought that we have yet to see,
so deeply and so many,
the hurts she has born,
the thousand cuts to the lost children,
and the strange fruit in Southern trees---
the little epiphanies, yet to be
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