you think you blind
you ain’t seen blackness
you think you pure
you ain’t seen lightness
you think you holy
ain’t nothin’ about you that’s sacred
you think you unclean
you ain’t tasted filth
you think you limitless
you ain’t carried freedom’s chain
you think you outraged
you barely breathin’, girl
you think you crimson
lady, you don’t know red
you think you less than honest
you starin’ at the queen of lies
you think you disadvantaged
you ain’t seen real trouble
you think you scarred
you don’t know disfigurement
you think you damaged
you ain’t torched your own skin
you think you fooling everybody
tremblin’ behind that weak-ass mask
you think you untouchable
you may be right about that one
spatherdab 
i am not sure i like where this one ended up… but the off set was dynamic……
(o)
Powerful.
mom is the word
great ending, the pin drop
Great,and a strong poem
You are a featured poet this week at PWB.
I feel it is those “somethings” that inspire many poems and songs – and here you have captured so many of those somethings. As well as the feeling I get at the moment of inspiration. Great work.
thanks for the comments, everybody. this was posted in response to last week’s Totally Optional Prompt to write in a different voice — and this is definitely not my own voice. (not sure whose it is, actually.)
This one is amazing. It echoes and resonates and is filled with powerful truth.