“It’s a great shock to realize you’re black” in America. And me being raised in white suburbia, that line is all too true.
I was supposed to be a fly on the wall
Just an unbiased observer
But when the chants turn gospels
And the
The day had arrived to go back to school
Freezing winds were nippy and cruel
All of a sudden as if a switch
The wooden stairs creak more
My edges grow, leave, and grow again
Nostalgia becomes a person who haunts my daydreams…
I won’t tell you I am not afraid
Just to keep the fear to myself and never bring it to your point of privilege…
Don’t Bat an eye. Fly In the face of the place From which you ascended. Curtsy and smile As though you never attempted to flee,
If I’m black you’re silver?
Okay I’ll be brown but why are you now pinker?
Wait so let me get this straight
There’s much to say but I’d rather sit in silence with myself
Because even if I was talking, you wouldn’t hear
But this
We are all a little racist. It is not just a matter of black and white Or colors that do not blend in with the
I walked out of the Hyatt Regency where the GA Democrats held their election night party with my head in my hands and tears welling
What will happen to me in this world?
‘Merica, a mistake in the making.
Gentrifying neighborhoods.
Planting drugs in my community.
