I know for a fact I am right handed,
I know I will never become a professional soccer player overnight,
I know with absolute certainty no matter how hard I wish my sister will never disappear.
I know each time you think of us,
You think black,
I know you whisper,
As if your quiet words don't travel into a shout,
I know you place a banned stamp on poetry,
As if the freedom to write,
the freedom to speak,
the freedom to express,
Is determined by color of ones skin.
I know you sit and wonder,
how does it work,
how does it feel,
are they magical?
I assure we are not.
We write to simply express.
