Black Matter

The black matter in me continues to grow

I feel it continue to spread all around

This nervousness, fear, and hystericalness

That continues to go around me, surrounding

I feel so unsure of what I am doing

I feel like a robot lacking it’s code

My whole life was to do your doing

But now I don’t know what I’m doing

I’m entering college, but that's a lie

Will I be accepted, or fail and lie?

Lie it’s okay, lie that I’m fine, lie that I’ll find a way out but I’ll cry

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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