Rules
People of color tell US your story.
If we judge it best we’ll give you glory.
But, you must tell US fast
the contest won’t last.
Tell it just right
for US who are white.
Give US a black rhyme
‘cuz now’s our good listening time.
That joke’s so funny
I can’t breath, honey
Like this story ain’t old
Like it ain’t already been told
Why put it on me
when you don’t want to see?
Why must I always teach you?
Why must I always preach you?
Why must I always beseech you?
When it never can reach you?
This system is yours
You shut the doors
You hoard the tools
You make the rules
You already knew
This is just what you do
There is nothing new
I still just want MY due
So don’t waste my time
Don’t expect my best rhythm
This problem is yours - not mine
At night, I breathe, just fine.
Copyright © Di Viera | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment