Poetry by Farah Lawal Harris

The Race

my friend said
that if things don’t go right with this election,
he’ll be the one
to start the revolution.
he’s tired of runnin.
being born with non-caucasian skin
in this country
is like putting a number on your front and back
and running a triathlon for a gold medal
you’ll never get.
the cops shoot the gun
to tell us when to lift our feet and focus our attention.
some runners get shot while others get spat on
without the option of joining in the competition.
and some get murked while they
sit on the side tying their shoes and stretching to prepare.
they were doing so well,
but now they’re not here.
what would the revolution consist of?
i don’t know but if it happens,
at least i’ll be moving, running,
no longer stuck in a cardboard box
that will really be too hot
if things don’t go right.
tonight i will prepare myself for the possibility of
having to move my feet,
staying hopeful but contemplating carefully
the revolution that could be sparked
in a moment of defeat.


4 responses

  1. check this out. found it interesting and extremely insulting, wondering what you take of it: http://dixican.wordpress.com/2008/11/05/we-mourn-for-a-lost-america-today-by-j-d-longstreet/ — sorry for the spam 🙂

    November 5, 2008 at 5:28 pm

  2. Wow. I was so tempted to leave the comment, “Oh please…get over yourself” on there, but I’ll refrain. I’ll remain respectful like Obama. I loathe when people use the Bible to support flawed arguments…ugh!

    November 5, 2008 at 9:17 pm

  3. Yeah, people can be very cynical and somewhat disheartening. But who cares?

    November 8, 2008 at 4:12 am

  4. Yeah, life is too beautiful to be distracted by the ugliness in some peoples’ hearts.

    November 8, 2008 at 11:12 am

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