‘The Black boy’ — A poem about race and space in America
Sep 2, 2018 · 1 min read

A group of white men
look at me, strangely
From across the bar
As I sit
With my book
And Silence.
But I have never owned this space -
Nor have I owned others
(The way that they do)
To be brash
And loud
they dont see,
Is but a privilege
That was never mine,
By birthright:
Privilege.
