Unseen
Look at my eyes they'll show you my innocence through my iris I show you my story of diligence to convince the I'm more than a possible convict, more than a statistic, because of my pigmentation. I see vividly, they see iniquity, I see a different me, but they see me differently. Running from stereotypical misconception that following me, running with my hands tied hoping to cross the front lines on to what this world is suppose to be before reality catches up to me- Will.B
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world