Black Matter
The black matter in me continues to grow
I feel it continue to spread all around
This nervousness, fear, and hystericalness
That continues to go around me, surrounding
I feel so unsure of what I am doing
I feel like a robot lacking it’s code
My whole life was to do your doing
But now I don’t know what I’m doing
I’m entering college, but that's a lie
Will I be accepted, or fail and lie?
Lie it’s okay, lie that I’m fine, lie that I’ll find a way out but I’ll cry
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community