Part I
Where you grow
Up what you seen
And live since you
Were out of the
bubble
Wish you stayed in the bubble.
No worrying
No responsibility
No arguments
No problems
No sadness
No contact from the contaminated
Part 2
Your mom’s promises
To keep you safe
Can’t and it’s not enough
To protect you.
You are set free like
A bird in an unknown
Dangerous habitat, everyone,
EVERYONE it’s their
Own species. All separated
By species, color, money and
RACE
Separated without
Knowing we’re all
One
Samesamesame
Flesh
But
We always forget
We’re all going
To the
Same
place
When?
Am I going to feel safe while walking
Am I going to feel safe wearing a hoodie
Am I going to feel save driving a nice car
Am I going to stop
Worrying about
Getting shot because
Of
My
SKIN COLOR
How?
Something superficial
Defines who you are
And how they see you.
2 replies on “Out of the Bubble”
This poem makes me recommend the books We Were Here and I Will Save You by Matt de la Peña. Stories about growing up fast when the safety net of home is suddenly gone.
Wow! You truly have an innate talent for creative writing. Not only can you argue (lol), or rather persuade with evidence to back it up but, your use of narrative techniques is impressive.