Poetry: My White Tee

by E. Hayden

My white Tee that I wear is only a tee…
My white Tee that I wear the police say it’s a gang thang…
My people say it a way of respect in a tough life…

My white Tee that I wear is only a tee that I wear.
Do you see? Do you see?
It doesn’t make me, it doesn’t define me, it’s just a white tee…

Where are my forty acres and a mule??
Today I will take it, to feel the land that is cool to the touch
And soil that shows all the progress of my hard work.
Let me see what will I be giving up?
No more street siren, No more line ups, No more invisible twin –
That may or may not fit the description that is wanted for
question??

You see. It is only a white tee, do you see …
Do you see it … don’t define me !!!
I can take it off…

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