I am a poet from California, hoping to help those that cannot use their voices for themseleves.
We've been drowning here for a long time. But it took awhile for people to notice. There was no murky waters or unrelenting waves, it was the silent slaughterer named discrimination. Unaging and unchanging, brutal from its creation like a wolf in sheep's skin, cackling as we reach to pet him. Swallowing up my brothers and sisters until our tears became crashing waves of terror. The first wave was poverty, the lowest of the low lost in the search for stability. It was the claws, the fine print dealings and the eviction notices. The bloodied hands that took and became wealthy off of the sweet scent of suffering.
I am 1 in 4. Not 1 in 4 to rebel against my parents and dye my hair a crazy color. Or 1 in 4 to be eaten by a shark I am 1 in 4 under the age of 18 to be raised without a father.