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

Demitri Tyler

Copyright © Demitri Tyler

Excerpt from “Measuring For Balance” by Author Demitri Tyler

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