The colorblind mirror

 

There I was standing                 amongst hundreds

Standing        

                   waiting       

                                    In anticipation

 

I didn’t know what was coming        in the next hour

Conviction             

                              acceptance   

                                                                 inevitable passion

 

Throughout the years I had thought, I was apart from it

Apart from its nasty vocals and gnashing of teeth

 

Racism.

               Privilege.

                               Has now been found in me.

 

There I walked forward     pushing through all the crowds

 

Through the multitudes

                            The pushing

                                                   The tension

 

To find myself sitting      looking into a mirror

Learning

                      Seeing

                                      Knowing

 

That just because I haven’t seen it, didn’t mean it did not exist

I haven't been helping my brothers and sisters; I haven’t been offering my fists

 

For the fight is real,            though I was unaware

The discrimination

                           Unrighteousness

                                                     And zeal

 

Colorblindness isn’t helpful.

                                           The silence just hurts

                                                                                 because  Ignorance isn’t bliss

A look in the mirror, is all we need      to forget out bias and become family

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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