Is It Light Out?
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. – Martin Luther King Jr.
Who has the right
To decide what darkness is?
When is dark
Do you know when
You stopped seeing humans?
In a world ravaged by strife it is easy to lose
sight of the utter magnificence of what we are
When did the visible light
That beckons from the heavens
Stop shining on you?
Or start illuminating you
With hate? Anger? Blame?
Why aren’t you “pink”? Or “purple”? 
Or loved for who you are?
You are just black or just white.
These colors seem familiar
To you and your consciousness
“Black ___ kills ___.”
“Black ___ killed by a police officer.”
You see…you repeat…
these lines over and over again.
How do you fill in the blanks,
How do you…
You begin to ache a pain that is so familiar
A pain that induces you to realize
We are the most destructive force
that has ever lived on Earth
You hope that there will be
A better tomorrow than today
You hope you get called on
For being you, and not your skin
For your head, your heart,
And not necessarily your hands.
Head. Heart. Hands.
If only they could be attached
Without the background consuming
You for being you.
You, containing darkness
Is it light out yet?
1 & 3: Jeremy Griffith, Freedom: Expanded Book 1 – The Biology (Fedmex, 2013)
2: A reference to Jessica Bozek’s comment about her daughter recognizing people as obscure colors (innocence)
The Black Boy
Being black is honestly…
Hard to explain
It’s a race,
A social construct to be exact
That forces you to be
Accountable for things you
Hair. Melanin. Hate?
You always knew your skin
Was black. But the first time
You knew you were black
Was a racist slur that made you stop
It made you sweat, it made you
scared. It made you realize
It made you black.
All that echoes in your
Mind and being and soul is
“Black boy kills ___.”
“Black boy killed by a police officer.”
Why are people uncomfortable
With your confidence in being you?
Changing their perceptions simply
Because they cannot perceive you’re simply
A small black boy trying
To go out with his friends.
Trying to make your mother proud.
Trying to fight, and not literally,
All that tries to tear you down.
Don’t tear down now.
Don’t tear up now.
1-2: Jonas Spencer’s remarks in an interview
Tatyana Da Rosa is a first-year student in the College of Arts and Sciences at Boston University and the Questrom School of Business. She is studying Biology and Business Management on the Pre-Vet track, and although it is very clear that she is an indecisive and boring student, she creates poems that excite her (and hopefully her readers). In her free time when Tatyana is not cheering for BU’s varsity basketball teams, dancing in her cultural performance group, Afrithms, giving tours for Admissions Ambassadors Club, or making quality chicken fingers at her job Raising Cane’s, you can find her snuggled up with her laptop watching funny viral videos.