We hold a sound foundation, sad if for well-being, that God created man in His own image, male and female, black and white, butcher, baker, potter, poet. Believing makes it so. Encounter God, if still tuned in, through god-words of a poet. I am neither blind nor willfully unkind, admit to nothing new. This has come to us, and not to me alone. I am every race and every sex, all artists, tradesmen, killers, punks— and every time I raise a hand, ‘twas put there by a will and tendon provided by Most High. Since color, race and sex are moot, it only matters why. That hand is up to strike someone or render someone high.