All the odds against Black Men in DC. These shoes have to jump so many hurdles in this race to be free. If I do well in school, will I jump over jail? If I run past time, will time really tell? Or will my shoes turn to boots as I write this next poem from a cell? / Will the teachers understand that it’s a little different for me? Will they try a little harder so that I can see? Will the preacher say a special prayer? Will the social workers really care? / It doesn’t seem that as a child this should be my fault. I have all these hurdles to jump before I can even walk./ As I look out of my window and see the dope - fiends nod…. I’m just a young black brother trying to beat all theses odds. "Against All Odds"