I exist.
Here in the city
Where big shoulders
Tower
But sometimes I cower
At the sight of blue and red lights
The color of freedom
Hypocrisy
I exist
And sometimes my skin’s
A challenge
To an authority
Their eyes watching me
I exist
Yes I do,
I’ve got a better chance of dying
From a bullet than you
I exist
And that’s just it
I’m here
And my spirit won’t
Quit
I exist
Do your worst
I whisper it
Those ideas get us killed
Even keeping your head down
Isn’t a guarantee
I exist
And sometimes
I wonder why we’re
Brown
I exist
And that’s ok
I think as long as I
Stand out of the way
This has depth and power. I like the poem and the ending packs a good, strong punch. This is good.
I like the rhyming. And the timing. A reminder that when you have to stand out of the way all the time, you have to keep fighting to exist.
Good poem.
A powerful poem! Thank you for your words – they carry an important message. ‘I’m here
And my spirit won’t
Quit.’