the door opens
and the light that comes
throught the door blinds me
i close my eyes.
when i open them
the sun is gone.
the sound of
wailing fills the air
and i find that it
is my own voice.
the stench of stail urine
burns my nostrils
my stomach cramps with
hunger, i weep for
food but there is none
to be had.
i hug myself for company
and try to consoal
myself.
the houes drag on
and begin to blend
how long i sit there and
cry i do not know,
i am only a black infant
and the days i spend in this
abandoned shack i fear
will take my life.
Crimson_rose |
Submission Name: Black america
