The Looking Glass Volume 37 | Page 59

Born to be Doubted

Jolminse Jean Louis

Dark and closed off where no lights shine;

a secure location which felt so fine.

A womb, a cave, whatever you may call it.

Outside is a world, where you feel far from it.

Chained, locked, blocked, can’t envision

the color of your skin, just as brown

as a man-made prison.

Lack of experience making ignorance blinding.

Prisoners kept because of police masterminding.

A mother shows her baby a life unknown,

while ‘liberators’ impede on her helpless zone.

Dark and closed off, where no lights shine.

Once you're out, you can’t go back;

the color of my body is forever mine.