i know how it feels to be second and not <br />Knowing what to do about it; and the first <br />one refuses to care about you. <br /> <br />i know how it feels being depressed inside <br />That small capsule with capricious unhappiness <br />and hopelessness their prison guards <br /> <br />i know how i felt riding greyhound buses unnoticed <br />by those seated comfortably up front, white-curtains <br />to obscure Negroes instead of light. <br /> <br />i know more saints who kneel and pray <br />Hoping for something magical in the distance and <br />finding out Later or never that reality is just being. <br /> <br />i know how it feels to be forgotten and alone <br />On a stinky garbage bin eating from a can <br />As passer-bys are cosign to oblivion. <br /> <br />i know how it feels being mother with <br />a fully matured, broken-winged bird who <br />can't leave her nest. <br /> <br />i feel the pain of the crying womb <br />that month after month her flowers go <br />to seeds, die, and never to blossom. <br /> <br />i know how i feels remembering the <br />The child I 'got but didn't get' <br />and the deprived one could have gotten. <br /> <br />i know how it feels being the ignored flower growing <br />through the cracked sidewalk unnoticed, like <br />children slipping through the cracked welfare system <br /> <br />I know about beauty, fears, joy, and loneliness; <br />I know about stories held, not told as signs of me; <br />I know that poems are evident of our obscure being… <br /> <br /> the forgotten <br /> <br />Almedia Knight-Oliver January 19,2011<br /><br />Almedia Knight Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-forgotten-i/
