Tag You're It

To be black, alive and woman

is like a never ending

game of tag

but instead of friendly hands chasing after me

its hands asking

to touch my hair, my body,

to cover my mouth

only for vanilla hands to pour creamer down my throat.

You see this game of tag

is only a game for them.

This game has been going on for a while now

I’m scared that

I might

Run out of breath.

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