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I watch and wait;
Waiting for my turn to be free.

I ask myself,
'Why in the hell are they doing this to me?'

Why have you chosen me?
Is it the color of my skin?
Is it my background or
Is it where I've been?

I wasn't born to a great family;
but filled with poverty.

Born and raised in the hood;
I had no place in knowing where I stood.

I cry, "Help me!"
I've become hostile and blue!
I don't belong here!
Can't you hear me,
Won't You?

I hear my name called.
I began to anticipate.
Moving slowly from the chair;
I never planned to be an advocate.
I believe I hear:
(((Cease and desist. You have been dismissed)))

I move slowly for judgment.
The judge says I'm not free.
He says that the assailant was Black,
So it
had to be me.

I am an African American!
Say it correctly!
"It's you." He says.
"It just
has to be."

I am born here
Unselfish and retained.
Born not in the ghetto,
Would it be the same?
I Retained, Why
I Retained
Author's comments on "I Retained, Why"
A piece regarding Black injustice.  Who’s there?  Who’s listening?  This has happened and it could very well happen to you, me or
any of our loved ones.  This could have been written by ANY Black person living ANYWHERE USA..

From the book of anthology #21
“Keeba Kornered & Kaptured
in Captivity”
© Keeba Smith
Keeba Smith is a published writer and desired screenplay artist.  She is the author of “Shades of Bright Pale,” and many
other unacquainted writings. Please visit  
www.Keeba.org to find out more about Keeba Smith, read additional critiques and
her unpublished autobiography,
“Spirit in the Dark.”
© 1996
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