"You are cute for a black girl"
I could melt into a pool of melanin
From all of the anger boiling inside of me
After hearing those words
A pool of shame
A pool of shame for feeling shame
A pool of stereotypes
Sucking me under wave crashing into wave
"I wouldn't mind dating a black girl"
I could scream
I could go back in time and
Not fall for him to avoid those words
Not fall for the grin
That harbored those thoughts
Just a couple of inches away
From that enticing grin
"All lives matter"
Can't wait for that to be true
Looking in the history books
Looking for a glimpse of that
While being blinded by hate
While looking at my brothers
And sisters not do anything
But whine and complain
While shooting each other
Up with dope and bullets
No real difference
My heart thumping
Like drums from the motherland
Calling me to change what I see
"Use your words"
Use your vision
To see a day where
I'm not whistled at
Like a tune to a song
Whose name he can't remember
YOU ARE READING
Maybe I'm Just Getting Older
PoetryLove, anxiety, hope, fear, identity, and pain are all things that we experience while growing up. This is a collection of poetry from my personal experience being a teenager and some poems about books I have read. Feel free to critique my poetry or...
