Suspension

these are the type of days

when I wish I could

drive to the nearest bridge

get out of my car

look over the side

breathe

then jump

not because of the thrill

or the excitement

but because

in the few seconds in which

I am suspended in the air

I don’ t think.

about the police brutality

or the civil unrest

or how my skin color is seen as a

crime.

i am free.

which is ironic

because the one thing I crave

i don’t have

i’ m not free

as i walk down the street

if i wear a hood

if i play my music too loud

the only time i’ m free

is the few seconds

in which i’ m dangling

between the present

and the future