The Darkest Corner
My own silence attempts to break me the echoes of failure and loneliness
make their rounds in my mind.
He is the darkest corner of my thoughts.
Silently...he consistently whispers
that no man has ever made it out of "no man's land"
the fast lane; all things elitism,
white privilege, and the more fortunate,
take up all the space
and I haven't yet learned to eat crumbs
that fall from tables.
Weak and abandoned
abandoned and weak
my own silence has left me alone,
but I learned how to fin for myself
before my 8th birthday.
That's when my dad left us for another
so we were forced to find strength and stability elsewhere.