Poetry at the Movies: Ramblings of a Mixed Kid
I do not understand.
To be driven from your home.
Stripped of your humanity.
After all,
“You knew better.”
To hate is to be taught to hate
“Knowing” weighs heavily.
And heavier still,
The safety of the souls we hold dearest
That I can not think
For myself
But for everyone who connects me
To me
Selflessness is exhausting
Trust is so delicate,
So urgent.
Demanding to be heard.
Acknowledged,
Understood,
Reciprocated.
“You’re just being paranoid”
Loss.
Just the thought,
Sobers me.
Gives me pause.
Urging fear into strength
Sweetness
Is the taste of hope.
Dissolving,
Fleeting,
Then gone.
For a moment, I felt the kiss of the sun
How many pushes?
Nudges?
Shoves?
Till it’s too late
For apologies.
For forgiveness.
Test your own boundaries and leave mine the hell alone.
What is a brick?
But fear,
Or violence.
Aggression.
Terror.
Intentions are lethal weapons too.
What are words?
But shots to the head.
Or through the wall,
By chance alone.
You meant to shoot to kill, admit it.
Walking the line,
Between faith & trust.
Hope & naïveté.
Google Maps can’t help you with this one.
Tension runs
Between,
Among,
And within.
There’s work to be done here.
“Bastard,” they spat.
You called me
Blamed me
For a battle
Called by yourselves
Fought by children
Expected to lose
To partake, attend
Like inventory, checked.
“Where were you?”
Interrogated
Blamed
From the moment I drew my first breath.
Not asking, but demanding my humanity
Show the person
The people
Humanity.
She speaks all languages
And tongues
And demands to be heard.
It’s time to refocus.
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