366 Poems: May 27th, 2016

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



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