Dear Mr. White, Do You Remember When . . .

Dear Mr. White,

Do you remember the fear on the faces lit up by the tiki torches you carried, and the way that kid's mom begged you to

Please

not shoot her little girl's daddy, but you did because he was black?

Do you remember the look in my eyes when you held my wrists down with one hand and covered my mouth with the other after I asked you to

stop

becaused I wasn't ready?

Do you remember when you wouldn't let children seek refuge here because of their country of origin, and telling us all we weren't really

hurting

the ozone layer, it was a lie made up by the Asians.

Do you remember when you tried to keep us quiet by yelling your hate over our voices, and telling us victims that no one will believe

us

if we tell the truth?

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