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May 2020 · 247
Touché May 2020

Is it a crime to be black? Should i be castigated for my skin color?
Am I less of a human? Or is the fear that I am more? I’ll leave that for later.

They say black lives matter but does it really? They say their neighbours are black, that their barber down the road is black. They try to relate to everything black except what it actually means to be black.

The white eye don’t see what the black eye sees. The white life don’t don’t feel what the black life feels.
How can you play down a fear that you don’t feel? A fear that you instilled.

Tomorrow isn’t promised but that doesn’t give you the right to take away my tomorrow today.
I tell my kids they are the leaders of tomorrow but that is if that they can get through today.

The victims could have me or you. Sadly could still be. Think of the ones that have been brushed aside, with no camera or evidence to prove a thing. Think of the pain caused over the years. The worst part is? This is not a one-off, painfully It is just a matter of time before this happens again.

So do not tell me how to feel. I don’t tell you *******. But it does seem like you do pick and choose who to ****. Would you still be you if you could pick? That is for you to answer. The blood that you’ve spilled, it’s time for you to answer.
If we are picking and choosing I would pick repeatedly to be

Mar 2019 · 193
My Dark Days
Touché Mar 2019
My dark days

It’s not just me, is it? That goes through this.
Days where you feel like you can’t take it no more. The silence is deafening. Nothing around you seems to make sense. Voices you craved before just sounds like noise. The touch that was formerly soothing now just irritates your skin.

You just want to be left alone but at the same time you don’t.
You feel like no one understands. Everything seems to be going in the wrong direction. Only if you could drag yourself out of this sunken place. Or maybe the fear is you’ll drag someone with you into the sunken place.

Only if you had a shoulder to lean on. You’ve tried using your shoulders but the weight pilled up and pulled you down. The tears come slowly down your cheeks. You wipe them off and in few seconds you repeat. I’m guessing this happens to everyone but if it doesn’t well I’m afraid, I just gave a glimpse of

My dark days.

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