IF YOU SHOULD SEE ME

Trini is a young woman who participates in Prison Writes writing workshops through Bronxconnect. For the past few weeks young participants and their counselors at Bronxconnect have been writing based on the prompt, 'If you should see me on the street'. In our group we talked about identity, assumptions, and how people pass judgement. Participants shared how they judge and feel judged, and how it feels to carry the invisibility of sometimes tender inner emotions out into a harsh world.
If You Should See Me on the Street
If you should see me on the street
Then you notice my bamboo earings, but not my GPA
You see my lip gloss and bubble popping lips
But not the intelligence that comes out of it
If you should see me on the street
Than you’ll see that I’m young and pretty
But you don’t see that I’ve been working since 13 years old
And my beauty didn’t play a role in my success
If you should see me on the street
Then you’ll notice I’m a minority and that’s all
But you don’t’ see my pale toned mother
And my melanin skin father
If you should see me on the street
You’ll see a nobody
But in all reality
I’m somebody’s somebody