Being wise beyond my years
Confuses me at times
Because I have to figure out
How to dry my internal tears
From the depression
Of seeming to be isolated
Even in a room full of people
You know them but do not
Connect
They admire but you feel no
Respect
They think you’re happy but in
Fact
You feel out of place like a
Reject
Secluded because of age differences
Looked at sideways because of
Your goals and hobbies
It feels like being the only
Black male with a room
Full of whites in a lobby
And your peers are nowhere
To be found
Not do you connect with them either
Living sometimes doesn’t even seem
To be possible
Because everywhere I go…
And everyone I talk to…
Makes me feel awkward

1 Comment

  • Whitney Posted July 10, 2016 9:22 pm

    I love this. This one speaks to me .

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