•A Moment•
there was a moment i feared for my life
i came to the realization
of not liking the feeling
but everything i did, still didn't make it go away
it was a deep pit in my chest
of knowing that i could be next
just because of the color of my skin
and what i represent
what they made me fight for
seeing the peaceful protest
turn into looting
heightened the target that was already on my back
kids younger than me, lost their lives
all because they had to prove
they were worth fighting for
i envisioned the painful agony
of being blasted at with tear gas
and having 3 cops on you
your one single body
that was not resisting
my skin as to the concrete of the ground
like we became one
they stomped, pushed, beat
belittled me into the very earth
that I came into, like it wasn't my own
as it was theirs
was this the cost of my freedom ?
and will it ever be enough to
just accept me as i am ?
with the skin that i come in ?
*I think it's a little clear that I wrote this in the summer of 2020. The summer of continuous pain for black and brown people. It was a scary time to be black. But I'm glad we all stood up for what we believed in and took action.
This is also one of them poems that I didn't know what really good until I read it later. Sadly to say. 😭🤦🏾♀️
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Morgan's POV
PoetryA peek inside my mind of what I go through but never say out loud. This is the closest my poems will go out to the world but this is a small step in the right direction. I hope you like it here. 🌷
