Where Are They?
Brett Mitchell
Where are they?
I’m trying to figure it out
I see them in the streets
Walking about
But not in places where I will be around
Where are they?
Abundant in youth
But their dreams don’t flee
They’re shattered
When I’m in need, the white knight will save the day on their noble steed
Taking the credit for my physical and mental needs
When I bleed, I suffer
What they bleed is green
When I bleed, I can’t afford it
“Black man bleeds to death”, it reads
The white knight in the castle praised for their might
Where are they to look out for me
Before I fade into the night?
“Where are they!” I say
This isn’t right
I shouldn’t be the only Black male whose coat is white
Where are they?
They come in with a pain tolerance historically too high
They come in hearing jokes about their parents, like who and why
They come in seeking help like any other life
But here to save the day, comes the white knight
Residency complexions blind me with light
Where are they, I ask?
I am overwhelmed with fright
Will anyone ever get my plight?