I Am Something
Oh no! Don’t tell me I’m nothing -
something lives inside my head,
my black eyes have seen it all.
I leave my calling card on doorsteps,
scattering echoes of wind as proof
that I am a new beginning, waiting
for the fog on the deserted road
to develop wings and begin to fly.
I bare my tainted pen, becoming
something in shadows climbing
over empty spaces, leaving space
for something echoing in soup bowls.
Feed me! Feed my emptiness of soul -
move the migraines in my cloudy vault,
follow footprints into charisma of dawn.
I may mean nothing but I am your world
your empty spot, just waiting to be filled.
like the sun
I am gasping
For air in an ocean
Of inescapable emotion
I am blinded
By the light of the sun
It shines so brightly on everyone
Yet,
I am drowning
I see the distant, monumental star
And it seems so impossibly far
Yet,
I am observing
This star in the distance and I want to think
I can reach it despite that I'm on the brink
Of drowning in sorrow
But I will wait until tomorrow
And I will prove if the sun
Truly shines on everyone
And if it will be able to see
In a crowd of billions, me
Or if it will just let me drown
In a crowd of billions, without a sound.
But I think it will see me, because like all decent human beings
I am wonderful
I am worthy
I am bright
Like the sun.
Daisies
I am a daisy in the center of a field of daisies.
The one no one can get to
That no one can see
That no one even knows is there.
I’m just waiting for the right person
To come and see
That I am no less than everyone else
Just because I am hidden.
I’m just as beautiful
As all the other daisies.
You just need to look a little harder.
I’m just waiting for the right person
To take me away
To a place where I’m the only daisy.
To a place where I stand out
As the unique and special person I am.
B & A
I Am
I am black and American.
I wonder about my place in this country.
I hear laughter.
I see a child.
I want them to be happy.
I am black and American.
I pretend I am floating.
I feel light.
I touch a dark cloud.
I worry I will be absorbed by it.
I cry because the child is dead.
I am black and American.
I understand we are all different.
I say that we are one and the same.
I dream that my words come true.
I try to actively make them a reality.
I hope I succeed.
I am Black and American.