The sun rays touching my skin remind me I'm alive But how is this reality? That all of these people have been ended by a tragedy The wind whispering by reminds me I'm alive But tell me how is this true? That a bag of skittles scared you blue The music pumping through my body reminds me I'm alive But am I really because the peaceful protest has ended with vexation started by those who didn't deserve an invitation The blood pulsing through my body reminds me I'm alive I'm alive and living a breathing nightmare Author: Dahabo Abukar is an African American poet who likes to use poetry as her way of speaking up and letting go. Poetry has been used as an outlet for many years by many people. It has also used to spread awareness and to make change. Dahabo hopes that her poems can be used to spread awareness about the BIPOC community and that they can resonate with readers.
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