Walkabout

I belong here
by right of my own birth
by right of my very existence
so why am I worth so
little
My skin, my brown skin, my largest organ that protects me from the elements
cannot protect me from hate

I am alive and here so why don’t I deserve to breath the sweet air and walk the earth too
Like every other living being?

I want to walk the earth and live my life

How can I be less than nothing in a world where everything has a place.

We are all made of starstuff, so let me reach my starry foot out of my front door and live the journey they were meant
Instead of being absorbed in the self-doubt of my very existence.

and I’d like to do it without being shot, please.

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