I am a Black man, now, too.

a review of Clint Smith's "Your National Anthem"

Photo by Klim Musalimov on Unsplash

Sitting at my desk in awe, it strikes me that it's not just 3:41 am, but also July 4th. I hadn't intentionally chosen this poem due to today's date, nor did I realize its fitting significance until this very moment—poetry just works that way. It connects us to the vastness of the universe and reassures us that we're on…