Heavy
with the weight
of the world
on my shoulders,
I roll over
and cry
hot tears
into the sheets
wrapped around
my body
I cry into
the sheets
that I am fortunate enough
to be wrapped in
I cry out
within enclosed walls
I am fortunate enough
are still standing
I cry out
of a white body
that has granted
me
privileges
I have yet
to fully comprehend
I cry out
into a broken world
that, daily,
breaks my heart
anew
I cry out
in hopes
that someone is listening
I cry out
to remind myself
of my own
living power
I cry out
in hopes
that
it will make a difference
I cry out
to get me through
another day
and remind me that
I am still here
and
I will continue to rise
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