He leaps out of the dugout for the first time,
awaiting a standing ovation,
is greeted by threats and jeers.
The fans don’t want him here,
the players don’t either.
Even his own manager scowls at him.
They hit him,
“This is a white man’s game,” a spectator vociferates.
It’s like he is in quicksand,
struggling causes more pain and anguish.
But he is not unnerved.
He knows if it were that simple
a myriad of players before him would have accomplished
what he is setting out to achieve.
So he ignores them, and
focuses on playing the game he has loved
since he was a child.
He knows that one day,
those who detested him for his color,
will learn to adore him for his character.
And then his job will be done.
Jackie Robinson, you too, are a baseball player.