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.