WHEN I RETURN AS A SKATEBOARD
Lauren Zuniga Poetry Workshop
When I return as a skateboard
I will reincarnate the birth of practice
to the slam death of beast perfection
Taking the dichotomy of my rough sandpaper exterior
that only seems to close you out
with the smoothness of the symphonic roll
of the ball bearings in the wheels that do not discriminate
against any terrain
Don’t be discouraged by the injuries of initiation
for that ollie will soon soar over racial boundaries
taking the 180 kickflip to the derision of elders
who have forgotten their youth
For you see my view of the world has expanded
along with my skills
to boardslide past any insecurities
The world is my skatepark
and in seeing past the obvious handrail or curb
I will embrace with ease the person of color
shake the hand of the guy in the wheelchair
because we all cross this ground by foot or by wheel.