Do you know the meaning of "stop and frisk"?
I'm sorry black brother, you do.
Have you ever had to change your voice in order to get a job?
I'm sorry black sister, you have.
Have you ever had to remove your hijab because you needed to take a flight?
I'm sorry brown girl, you have.
Has anyone ever insisted you have extensive knowledge on every school subject?
I'm sorry yellow friend, someone has.
Have you ever been told to go back to your country, despite the fact that you're already there?
I'm sorry red man, you have.
Have you ever been called and illegal immigrant, but you were born in the u.s?
I'm sorry Latino friend, you have.
Have you ever been told that racism doesn't exist and, by someone with pale skin?
I know I have.

So this is to the ones who have been told that they "aren't black enough" because they use proper grammar and their pants don't sag.
The brown boys with beards that get called "towel heads"
To the Asian kids that are just as smart as the next guy.
To the native Americans that still get called Indians.
To the brown girls that get told that they don't have to wear their scarves because "we're in America"

Here I am, writing about depression as if no one knows what it feels like to love the rush of living after almost drowning, but also fear it

Another "depression is" poem
Another "I'm getting bad again"
Another "I've cried myself to sleep seven times, this week"

But I have to admit, I will always miss my sleeping pill apologies and my blank stares into the mirror when my depression is gone

And suddenly I remembered that you hugged me while I was wearing this sweater and I instantly wanted to rip it off if my body and throw it into dante's inferno in hopes that the memory of you would burn with it. I'm not sure why the thought of you is so painful but it might have to do with the fact that loving you was such a waste of time

Well maybe it's just anxiety that makes me so terrified of death.. Like whenever I think about how someone was once living and is no longer alive and how they take a bit of everyone to their grave with them. And how it's so sudden and so quiet at times and others are planed and loud or loud and sudden or quiet and planed and how sometimes those are the most painful because you were prepared for and explosion but all you get is a lit candle.  Maybe I'm just scared of the uncertainty that comes with death like is there a god? Will I meet her? Is she as kind as everyone says? Or is she just as human as all of us? But maybe there's nothing, maybe it all goes black maybe you stay here and watch your own body decompose?maybe you don't? Maybe you live on with the stars and you become the sun of someone else's solar system, warming more hearts than you ever did when you were human... And what if you die twice like some people say. When your bodies dies and when the memory of you dies.  Or three times. When the person you love ceases to love you.Which is worse?

At first it felt like it was too soon, but then I realized love doesn't really know time. It has no eyes to view a clock, nor does it have ears to hear its perpetual tempo. It only has feelings. Feelings of longing, feelings of trust, and feelings of hope. Feelings that time can not affect. And of course love knows no distance, but distance is very fond of love. You see love is a tricky thing. Love knows it's difficulties. Love knows that if it wants to it can make you lose sleep, it can make you forget your pain, it can even make you forget your own name if it wanted to, but most of all it can make you fall in love and forget the burden of distance.
To love someone from a distance might be the most difficult thing I've ever done but I think it's also the most important thing I've ever done. I've never been this proud of my decisions.

My mother died 3 years ago.
I honestly don't feel like she's dead.
I feel like this is some sick joke being played on me, and I'm just waiting for the cameras to show. Like how can someone so important just be gone? It doesn't seem possible. But either way she is gone and I miss her and I want her back but there is absolutely nothing I can do and that is what kills me the most.

I may be dead inside but i walk like i could **** a man and i'll love you until it hurts.