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I admit
my first thought
as I sat inside the crowded room
was to count us
I only needed
five fingers to tally our faces

throughout the day
I admonished myself
for the constant need
to be one among many
until one of the tallied confided
that she had counted us all too.

©Kiana Davis 2013

Published by Poet Kiana Davis

Kiana Davis was born and raised in Richmond, California. She began writing poetry at the age of 12 to grapple with growing up in a low income community and to help her develop her identity as a young black girl in America. For the past 10 years, she has worked as an educator teaching at-risk youth in Washington State.

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