On this day in Black history I put my armor on Wondering how fast I’ll need to run How will I be considered if I wear anything but a suit? A clergy collar? A tie. How will I look? The camera catching me Running toward Breonna Taylor Way Catching flames Or running north on Division Ave. Catching the rapid bus home. This is the city of Grand Rapids, Where only the river runs undisturbed After it’s been stripped of its natural flow I suppose it doesn’t matter what I wear In a city where this Afro-Latino will never be taken seriously Running to catch the urban myth of safety In compliance I wear A black t-shirt. Gray pants. Say what you want. I wear my running shoes. - R.R. Tavárez