Rites Of Passage
I could be attached to a chain
at the bottom of the sea
I could be a runaway
with only a star to comfort me
I could be a series of
cruel jokes in American history
A shadow mourning the death of
its body that died mysteriously
Could be an out of place African
note in an English song-
my tongue does not remember
my mind can not recall
This poem could have been a
tear left to wallow in defeat
I could have been
snatched
stripped
broken then
freed
I am thankful for those
that came before me
Copyright © Demitri Tyler
Excerpt from “Measuring For Balance” by Author Demitri Tyler
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Life is a voyage…as your lines depict, dear Demitri Tyler Sir…a voyage of years of creation. A mark of regards, respect and gratitude for those who have emerged through the rites of this passage of life emerges from these lines, that we may progress gracefully in our achievements.