Friday, November 7, 2014

Black boy poem



Letting go,
  from having no money
Letting go,
  from moving each month
Letting go,
   from being forced into religion
Letting go,
   from working jobs as tough as nails
Letting go,
   from feeding off the scraps of what's left
Letting go,
   from stealing to survive
Letting go,
   to being a nameless black boy
Letting go,
   from the discrimination of the south
Letting go,
   to set free up north

1 comment:

  1. I'm curious which stanza spoke to you the most from this poem?

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