Punching the Air

by Ibi Zoboi

And we stepped onto the tipping scales of Lady Justice with her eyes blindfolded, peeking through slits because that rag is so fucking old worn-out, stretched thin, barely even there

We take up space without stepping over invisible boundaries We move around each other without ever bumping shoulders Some of us put up more walls Some of us look as if we will break down all the walls Most of us become the walls

even if time moves you away from me— I will always remember you remembering me