When your existence seems trivial,
And grief grows from the pit of your soul
To stomach, numb, empty, PTSD
Seeking an ounce of empathy, sensitivity
That’s offered genuinely, and to be
Viewed as a vital part of a human entity
Or feel a sense of belonging
As others don’t save yet selflessly protect
You or at least show some decency, respect
Do you know what I mean?
This is how it feels when you need to be seen
And treated like a precious human being.
If you’ve been dealing with racial trauma and folks continuously overlooking you and your mental anguish, consider collaborating with licensed therapist who sees, believes, and identifies with your pain.
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