Spoken Word New York Article

Spoken Word New York

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Not Enough

I’ve never fit in

My spot never chosen

Not Spanish enough to move my hips easily 

Nor American enough to step on others to rise

Too militant 

Yet not suffered enough to raise fists 

Not white enough even when rocking to Metal

Roots not African enough to proclaim ancestry

My DNA is as scattered as my thoughts

Ask me who I am

I’ll say one thing and disagree with myself 

Neither this nor the other 

Not Muslim enough to Habibi 

Not Christian enough to feel the Holy Spirit 

Not Taino enough to darken my skin 

Not animal enough to kill

Not human enough to care 

Not covered enough in tattoos

Not paid enough to afford my bills

Not educated enough to be allowed formulated opinions

You leave me boxed in

Cornered as a hunted beast 

Who every now and then reacts 

Attacks 

And blamed for doing so

Don’t even want to step outside

Not worthy enough to walk

Shouldn’t even write

Not accepted enough to be cool with the click

I stand just on the cusp 

Peaking my head in ever so often 

Shouldn’t be alive 

Not worthy of breath 

Someone else needs it more

Don’t want to see anymore 

Vision I’d give to the blind immediately 

I could say I’ve lost my way

If there was ever one to be lost 

So I’ll remain

Until I fade from memory 

And be just a whisper to some