The need to feel my difference
Is a siren's song unsung
Has been urged by my indifference
To being black and male and young.
I was raised to brush the idea of
Being something off my shoulder.
Only street lights gave me love
And brightened every year that I got older.
It's so hard today in this everyday
Man made much unneccessary battling
Between my heart and yours. So love now bores?
Pray the streets do hush their rattling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem