Can someone safety pin me together?

Because I feel as if my soul has been
Ripped open with rage and sadness

Maybe if I had a million of those
Small
Securing
Devices
From the lapels of those filled with pity
Worried bystanders
Or
Individuals filled with
Guilt
For their
Decisions
And with
Skin color lighter than mine
I could feel as if I
Mattered

I see signs of hate

Everywhere

Men in white hoods making plans of
Parades of glory
Spray-painted slogans of me to return to a
Continent of my ancestors
Children lying down as barriers to keep
Classmates
From an education and the
Re-labeling of water fountains
Tears
Dripping from the
Eyes of those who just want
Equality

I can’t escape it

It’s growing in number

I don’t see anything changing for the better

But

Maybe these safety pins
These symbols of security
Wore by others
Will close me up just enough
That my soul won’t completely
Escape

My blackness will not be
Swallowed up in the despair
Called
The
Land
Of
The
Free

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