Would it overpower the noise of the crowd that never takes notice of your stride?

Is it louder than the rustle of the uniform which holds the scent of your sweat?

Does it drown out the impact of your good deeds?

Does the hum of expectations dull the brilliance of your sharp suit?

Does the noise of the streets muffle the wisdom in your children's ears?

Does the dissonance of harsh notes and harsher work blemish your smile?

Can you hear it over the vibrations of the machinery of your trade?

"Knees in the Breeze"

Black Man, can you teach us how to fly?

If you do, we will always have a safe place for you to land.

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