No one knows what it's like
To live as a ****
we have Hobbies,
Relationships
And we give Our kids hugs.
No one knows what it's like
To be Black all the time
For everyone to lock doors around you,
In fear of imminent crime.
No one know what's it like
To be Me
My problem are through the roof.
I take my anger out
Through poetry.
No one knows what it's like
To be Someone Else
I'm grateful to be here
Happy,
Alive,
And hopefully in good health.
If we all placed our problems on a table,
We'd take ours back.
That's a line I learned from a White gentleman,
Who looked at me for more than being Black.
Appreciate Everyone
A poem in appreciation of my mentor