Death by Different
I’m lucky that I’ve never had to fear being
Not like my friend who felt the eyes of travelers
on him as he went to Florida,
as if they thought he had a bomb in his bag.
Not like the man who doesn’t walk alone at night
in a hoodie,
because he’s sure the police won’t help him.
Not like the girl who went home in a body bag
just because she said
And I know it’s political,
but I’m tired of having difference
be a logical