Drowning In A White Man

Originally posted 9/12/2011.

I’m drowning inside
a white man.

It seems
I’ll have to grow
thin white gills
and survive though
I won’t thrive —
what I would have
to give
in order to thrive,
I will not give.

No one gets to name
whatever it is I am inside
except me
and I don’t know
how to name
or save myself
other than to say
I’m drowning
in some white man:

can’t breathe,
chest is caving;

need some
smoky air,
some familiar horizon,
the sound of singers 
seated around 
a big, solid drum.

 

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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