I am not interested in changing who I am to fit inside of a system that was not designed for me. I am not interested in altering my personality, my style, my clothes in order to be afforded the right to anxiously work and achieve…what? I am exactly not sure. Some measure of success …
Tag: Poetry
Tired: The Cries of a Weary People
I can see it in your eyes The fear which clouds every thought I can hear it in your words The anxiety laced in everything you say Fear of life itself And all of those who walk about it Anxious over the notion that someone somewhere just might Take you out. It's scary, I know. …
White
They told me I was white Because I did not speak like the other black girls So I stopped talking And learned to write instead. I hid behind the written word So that no one would ever call me that again. Link to image >
Feelings
Sadness. Everywhere I go, freedom escapes me. And that hurts, like a thousand paper cuts on the knuckles of the thumb. When will the pain end? When will enough be enough? Link to image >
Ebony Johanna 