Who we be

This is me playing around with the letters “w” and “b.” If they have some significance, I don’t know yet. But this poem begins my thought processes, call it the forethought, if you will, and is slowly clearing the path for a piece I am working on called “Black in a Whitewashed World.” Now I doubt I coined that title myself, may have heard it somewhere. If you have, please let me know. I would hate to think I pilfered a phrase as juicy as this and didn’t give credit where it was due…

To my wild and whirling world
Where wizened wizards whisper
With widows who weep and wise men wail
While words through windows float

In out in out

Be my brave brother, black brother beaten blue
Because you boldly bludgeoned back this big bad

Will we be welcome here?
Be we buried or broken only?
These are but wild and whirling words…and worlds
Will you walk with me?