Black Like Me

"The streetcar, with pale light pouring from its windows, rumbled to a stop."
Gingerly stepping down into the inky spaces between the gas lamps,
The drab-faced passengers began to resolve themselves into
Beings with edges less frayed, features less clouded.
No longer just foggy fellow farepayers of some great wheeled beast,
But individuals with sharp contours, and accompanying silhouettes.