Untitled (2015)
The breaths in my lungs right now...
are trembling
...it's faint
I tried ignoring it
...what more can I take
I know when you see smiling
you can see that it's fake
Anexity weighs down the smile on my face
Insecurity weighs down the smile on my face
...knowing at the thought of my name
I'll automatically be judge on my race
This is a conversation
I have yet to face
...Because It's been drug out over 17 years
17 years I'm still living
17 years I've been breathing
17 years I've had the right to exercise my rights
But...
It's a travesty knowing
that many aren't given that right
while I sit here and do nothing
I let steroestypes, color of my skin, and the uniqueness of my name
SPEAK
Intead of allowing the air in my lungs
to do the same.