by KWADWO ALFAJIRI SHAH
i look around and see happy
chess pieces
content moving the way
the king commands
or
queens
moving blissfully how they wish
why can’t i move?
why can’t i move?
in preordained patterns
waltzing away with no worries
collecting a coin
bought with blood—
by specie, spilling the same
a careless sanguinity
or otherwise breaking
free
shifting away from the shame that’s
shut in and shuts me in
trusting the One to dress me
like the lilies of the field
whirling wistlessly in the wind
instead im here
trapped between the two
too knowing to be happy
but too scared to be free