I’m Sorry

I walked
to the mail box,
old, small,
no threat to anyone.
A cable van, parked,
a much younger man
behind the wheel.
As I passed I heard
the click of the
doors locking
from the inside.
I glanced back to see
a young bearded man,
his dark skin brought
no fear in me.
But with that click,
I knew he felt
fear of me.
And for that,
I'm sorry,
for what others
have done.

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