Mistaken Identity

No matter how hard

I try

There is no air left

I have looked everywhere

yet

it is gone.

I am

drowning

slowly

one day at a time

 

But in the south

the air is reserved

for the white

the religious

the straight

 

there is no air left

for me

 

When you ask

“Can I please have some air”

you should

see the stares

 

“Who is that crazy?”

“She has air, and is just being dramatic”

“You don’t deserve air”

 

But….

I do not want you air

I

simply

want

to

breath

over

here

all

by myself

 

please

don’t

just

sit

there

and point

while

I slowly

drown

 

Oh

I’m sorry

I mistook you

for

someone

that cared