Black Dollar

Black Dollar

A Poem by Carlton Rolle

A poem from the book Loose Words in Blank Frames. Visit:


We are strong.

Broken, but whole.

Our GPS is known and still lost without a map.

Worked to the bone to pay an entity that hates us.

Loathes us.

Yet we work away the day.

Our loyalty knows no bounds.

Once you have shown good faith and fortune.

The kingdom is unto you.

The Black dollar takes longer to mature.

We don’t know.

© 2015 Carlton Rolle

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Added on February 20, 2015
Last Updated on February 20, 2015


Carlton Rolle
Carlton Rolle

New York City, NY

I write because I must. Keeping towards a way to seek the message. Something that we all need, trust, and love. To speak an existence. To understand something's life. To work on hope and companio.. more..