Let Me Be a Boy, Not a Threat by Michael Emerald
Each morning, the mirror names me foreign.
Let Me Be a Boy, Not a Threat
I sleep like a man ashamed of his own reflection. Each morning, the mirror names me foreign. O Lord, let me wake in a place that loves my skin, my sound & my shadow. Let me be a boy, not a threat. Make me a dream they can’t shoot.
God damn! That last line! This 'small' poem says more than I could possibly ever explain.
Chilling. Gripping.