I labored and labored, fought and fought
Looked for my part in the paper,
But I didn’t see my story.
I wrote the lines, constructed the structure,
Functioned till my heart ruptured,
But still I didn’t see my story.
I breathed the fibers of the page
Let my anger rage on the page
Made way for my emotion and devotion to be felt in every line that I quoted,
And I still didn’t see my story.
I put it all on the line to make the blind see.
Make them see that they are being led blindly
And I kindly faced adversity
Even in anxiety of them hurting me,
But still nothing killed me more than not seeing my story.
And I should have known they’d put the chrome eraser to the page and erase her-
Erase ME.
Leave me without a face see…
They didn’t want to hear me spout off at the mouth
And be apart of the news daily.
That’s why YOU didn’t see my story.
I was driving by at a speed of 55 in a 65
So there is no reason why I should have been pulled over.
And moreover I had no right to have the blinding lights come harassing
Because our “colors” were clashing
And my passion was to live life by the law.
Somewhere in there I see a flaw
And I see nothing any more
All because of the driver of that police car.
And that is the reason why I didn’t see my story.
Racial profiling is most def. a problem in america! I think some places more than others but this was full of truth!
Much props!
Peace and Love 01/16/2008
Read. Write and Listen to poetry where our poets can provide you feedback. Speak To Be Heard!!
PoeticMic.com makes every effort to ensure posted information is accurate.
Information is not to be copied or reproduced without the expressed written consent of PoeticMic.com. Click here to find more information about advertising on site. Poetic Mic Poets Register with PoeticMic.com Poetry
![[Offline]](/images/icon_mic_red.gif){kind=icon}
