Don’t Treat Me As If I Don’t Belong

A Poem

Photo by Luis Galvez on Unsplash

This mud is mine,

Yet you don’t let me shine

That beaten door is my property

Although bruised

By the heat of your dishonesty...

I pick up scraps of another morsel

With no paper,

No ink left

Even to scribble my tears in my journal....

Would you attend

The last of me in my funeral…

Or would I just be kicked away…

Awaiting flashbacks of riots

Commands by an unknown federal..

My bones from

A purposefully extracted fossil fuel…

Don’t refrain from getting along

Don’t treat me as if I don’t belong

Don’t treat this just a mere sad song

If such continues, don’t assume..

That even Mother Nature will play along…

(Thank you for reading)