Poetry: I Am
I AM
By TARIK HALL’22
CONTRIBUTOR, Volume 1, Issue 1
I am black
I am black but don't get confused
I've been broken down and built back up again
They see me and say African but I am American't
I'm dark enough to be from somewhere I've never been
I'm too dark to be part of the society I was raised in
I am
I am a product of the continuous pushing between two lands
I was raised to believe that I would succeed but the world teaches me I exist only to bleed
Fireworks only sound like gunshots to me because there's no day in July where I ever felt free
I am a great mind feeling trapped in its expanse
Trapped in the same place with no hope to advance
Placed here on this earth to sing and dance
But somewhere deeper I have to believe in a chance