Of Color

The sun appears

but it’s not heaven...

luck don’t appear in sevens

but upside down...forming L’s...

of the corners to box you in

The hoodie I’m in tends to fit the description of every college kid on campus but somehow mine is different

They cross sidewalks on one way streets to create distance...

all to insinuate our paths are different

Same school and attitude but the guarantee to lose...

That’s the difference...

I can formulate the perfect noun and predicate in the sentence, but before I finish

YOU LOOK

before you listen

I could have perfect attendance and still be strange

Every cafeteria worker know me by name

Loving to see their own pushing the lane

I’m the black in the void who can’t seem to occupy space

Matter.

It didn’t.

On January 24, 2017 all black teens fit the description

At gunpoint they robbed Bridget

And before I could form the perfect noun and predicate in the sentence

YOU LOOKED

when you should have listened.