mondays

by lynface

as I walk in insecurities blanket my being
surfacing as anger in plight
I begin to hear sounds only familiar to me
through closed doors and privacy

I stand there isolated
defending the color of my skin
before it’s even questioned
guards up like barbwire
I sharpen my tongue
with eyes piercing through me

as a brown woman surrounded by white faces
I begin to surrender:
“am I taking up space?”

my (internal) hate triggering
reminding me that everything I am
everything I am feeling
deems non-existent

because I am irrelevant