and yet never leave a mark?
How must i atone for the sins of others?
why must i stand guilty of association with those of long ago,
because of the color of my skin?
a color and a gender don’t make a person,
Right?
something must still remain.
How can i stand to watch you slip away,
as your presence rests all the more solidly, crushing our lives?
How do we know if he is innocent?
Will they let him live?
How can we abide by them letting him live?
… They would not have wanted him to die.
How can my ancestor, as young as i,
have boarded a ship for an unfamiliar country, an impossibility…
alone?
and yet i am afraid to open my mouth,
and let my words fall free.
How can we escape the wheel of suffering?
How can a nation of freedom chain and confine to suffering and misery?
Are we all hypocrites?
Where have you gone?
… I want to go back.
But will you let me go?