I BE
i be
the scream without a voice
the dream somewhat lost
in the shuffle
of cards dealt
they flip one side over
and I found in the end...
it's a misdeal
no spades
no face
just colors
and low numbers
don't even get a chance to
re-nig/or re-define
me
i be
waking and walking dead
grounded in hogs shhhh
it's no secret they keep giving me the slop
no one wants
they...taunt me
haunt me...in shadows
unseen
and I'm the fiend searching
lurking
around every corner
waiting for winter to come
but sunshine and rainbows
don't seem to fit in brown
i be
the sound of broken time
tick tock fists cocked
and ready to release
the bullets of rage
that's been caged
Maya said something about singing
but no one even hears me
anymore
any more in store
for me
and I just might call it quits
this life is too much
a chore
i be ignored
i be war/ing
i be hidden in your
deepest
darkest hue
swept under a rug
kept out of the view
the honest
the onyx
the truth is.......
no one considered these
colored girls
for we be
in every wombed man
in every god's hand
and every one will
stand
eventually
claim voice of self
I said
I BE
didn't you hear me
...the first time?
© 2011 Ronella Ellis
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