Lieutenant please
Can I ask to simply live?
Without your all important commentary, your feigned superiority and the oppression of my being.
Lieutenant please
I beg only to exist
Without the sharp blade of your opinions, your stereotypes, your prejudice and your consciously subconscious bias.
Lieutenant please
Can I take up a tiny bit of space?
Since it’s only your world, and people like me have no place. Since it’s only your world, and people like me cannot stay.
Lieutenant please
Can I love who I love?
He’s beautiful and he’s kind, but I guess to you, it’s an abomination to feel this way. But I guess to you, it’s an abomination and we’re out of place.
Lieutenant please
How does my presence hurt you?
When I haven’t stained your white dress, with the colours of my rainbow. When I haven’t stained your white dress with the black in my skin?
About the Creator
Damilola
poet, wanderer, writer.
Standing Still
There are very few moments in life where time truly stands still. When your breath is taken from your chest and your body hangs weightless in that moment. Just long enough for it to stay with you from that day onwards. Deep in the red sands of the Australian Outback, I found that moment and clung to it forever.
By Kevin McLaughlin5 days ago in Wander
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