and people wonder why my smiles are forced
and why tear tracks stain my cheeks
why my fist stays clenched and why my heart stays broken
into shards sharp enough to slice me in two
i’m a Black man’s daughter
a Black man’s wife
a Black man’s mother
in this country of injustice and inequality
i fear for my life
and the lives of my sons
and wonder if i should keep them under lock and key
hide them in their room
until they turn 21 but
can i ever really set them free?
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