Gravity – poem


it’s heavy
the weight of this existence
with its expectation
to be better
to be a credit
to be
one of the good ones
whatever that means
to prove
that my life matters
and not just to the person
who birthed me

i carry it with me
on my back
around my neck
attached to my ankles like
barnacles made of lead and stone
but still
i try to dance
and lip synch for my life
because i don’t know
the words
i’m supposed to sing

it’s intense
this abundance of hopes
that cycles through my veins
the culmination of my
ancestors’ dreams

Sumayyah Talibah © 17 August 2018

*Cross posted from Steemit.*


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