I never grew up with a father or clear dark skin;
I never held a knife to rend and curve out the insecurity and fear growing on my back;
I never had the chance to see nature bloom without constructs
Neither did I appreciate the finer things – To consider the details of
Relativity and beauty.
I never got to shed good blood when I fell.
Not transparent, not rich, not in known color;
I never had the opportunity to travel and escape discomfort
To hold so dearly the ones I love with tears
I never got the chance to speak of adventure
Just to walk briskly in the sun without ****** blisters at noon
I never got to appreciate myself as Created;
Now I have the chance to self- destruct.
I can now take off the shoes of defeatism and sit by the Riverside
I now have the chance to dip my feet in the revered waters of courage
I can now see the ripples of life as they soak up my skin
I can breathe, I can live
I can say,
The end bears regret;
Regarding the chances you didn’t take.
— The End —