I wonder why my poetry is different
I wonder why I cry at some verses and laugh on the inside at others
I wonder why it hurts me when I see others get beat
I wonder why my tears are clear and not colored
I wonder why Iam afraid of my sons to grow up
I wonder why my heart flutters, everytime one of them walks thru the door
I wonder why I can never truly say "goodbye" when leaving
I wonder why there is no loyalty in law

Is it because, I write from my pain and grieve my ancestors demise
Is it because my thoughts run so fast, that not even the paper can hold them
Is it because I know that raising a hand takes more strength than two arms to hug
Is it because my pain has no color or melanin
Is it because images of their future is unforseen at times
Could it be that you are happy to see them or just happy they are still alive
Is it because "goodbye" symbolizes ending and we still have so much to do
Is it because loyalty requires justice to be seen and heard