I know I’ve got to do it

but it has to be done in daytime

can’t move to the right

can’t move to the left

top is out of reach

and the bottom, well, it’s the bottom

where do I go from here?

don’t judge me for who I am

I’ve been judged before

I escaped a country to find shelter

my new home a prejudiced land with no escape

run away and find a new home

where children don’t get shot

for being black or poor

there’s no right, left, top or bottom

on a seesaw with a giant on one side

I lift through the air, hoping to land somewhere soft

my body hits the ground, there is no soft haven

the giant is laughing

he has no empathy or care

his job is to throw us all in the air

he has power and comes in different shapes

he has money

and wants to rule the earth

he uses God and money to buy his way

and if we let him, he’ll throw us all in the air

there is no soft landing, no positive outcome

he has to go to find peace for those who live in the middle.

only during the daytime, I can change the balance on the seesaw

when shadows can’t hide, monsters are visible, and the giants are nothing but small grotesque men