They think they have to right to hit her. Her bruised black eye, shouts out to me from the top of the stairs.

I tried to catch every tear that fell from her face, hoping that one day I could put them back.

Hoping that I could make her smile with all the lost brilliance of a young black man, that would grow up to learn and to love, to fight and feel.

The Unequivocal love of a woman so beautiful, her iridescent glow would make a blind man see.