I am

I feel like a little bird,
Trapped in a small cage,
Trapped by society's gaze,
Trapped by my own race,
I am not a bird,

I feel like a tree,
Reaching for the sun,
Reaching for a chance,
Reaching as high as I can,
I am not a tree,

I feel like a flower,
Getting picked on by people who run,
Getting picked on by everything's glare,
Getting picked on by how I look,
I am not a flower,

I feel like everything that I am not,
I am treated as everything other than a human being,
For my race makes it as though I am undeserving of being treated as a human,
Our lives matter,
My life matters,
I am a human,
I am a person of color.

sarcasimish

VT

YWP Alumni

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    Angles, angels
    I used to mix up angels and angles
    The spelling got me
    English was hard to learn especially Since i didn’t really want to learn it

    Once, twice, thrice
    I still don’t find it fair that thrice isn’t a thing
  • Graduation

    I’m walking tomorrow

    For my mother who never even got to high school
    Who frowns whenever I’ve put my schoolwork over cleaning my room 

    I’m walking tomorrow 
  • Siblingship

    The bond of siblings doesn’t quite make sense,
    Because I will go half hungry so they can eat the other part of my sandwich,

    The simmering heat of anger that a sibling can make you burn with can be quite questionable,