The moment I Knew
When the world started to fear me,
And I it.
When the color of my skin
Came before any of my intentions.
When I realized I no longer had control over what happened to my body.
And I became just that-
A body.
A person, a number, attempting not to become a statistic.
And I opened my eyes to the chaos and ugly of the world.
To the beauty of it as well.
And as I opened my eyes. . .
The world opened up to me.
This poem is about:
Me