Will I Be Writing Inside A Cell? (Poem)

right now I am free to walk down the street

to be threatened by white men in white vehicles

free to go to the market and shops

to be harassed by white men in red hats

they think to intimidate, bully, and scare

by looming larger than they actually are

I have no fear of them or their kind

nothing they can do will make me afraid

I am freer than they can ever know

in ways that they can never understand

will not hesitate to look at them and ask

would you like to talk

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