The Noise of Silence
Why me?
I do nothing to them.
Why me?
Is it such a crime to be different?
Why me?
Must everyone abide by unspoken laws?
According to color?
Why?
The black night can not contain light.
And the white light can not contain darkness.
The reptile can not fly and the birds can not grow scales.
The blacks can not be whites and the whites can not be blacks.
These are universal truths
Universal truths have no exceptions.
My name is Aquarius
And I am one of the unknown exceptions.
I am called "black but white".
A name that was branded onto my skin
A name full of such burning hatred and utter disgust
For someone who chose to be different
I chose not to wear hair that is not my own
I chose not to speak loudly with attitude
I chose not to goof off in school
I chose not to be promiscuous
I chose not to use the n-word
I chose not to be the bad kid
I chose to breakout of the stereotypes
The stereotypes that people label us with
The labels that read "easy" , "dumb" , and "violent...
But yet I am put down
By the very same people the stereotypes are used for
It's as if I've been labled with the red letter A
Except for me it is the white letter O
I want to scream out against the innjustices
I want to scream out against the hypocrisy
I want to scream.
But I do not dare scream.
Church
My serenity
My place of peace
Nothing can happen to me
I got here to pray
That is when I meet John
My best friend.
There is nothing but complete darkness inside the silent sanctuary
Except for one candle light
Carried by a young white man
Whi looked no older than me
His eyes were bright like twinkling stars
His smile was suminous like the bright moon
But his clothes spoke of age
And physical weariness
With a yellowed shirt and one broken clasp
On his mud spattered overalls
Along with his unnaturally pale glow
I remember his first word was
"Speak"
And that is when I poured out my soul
In the darkness that held a light.
And he heard me
He heard my silence.
I saw him once every full moon
I watched him grow
Angry
Like a raging fire.
He watched me grow
Silent
Like a dying secret.
He'd yell
He'd scold
He'd help
Whenevr I brought up the injustices
He hated the abusers
He hated the name callers
But he hated how I said nothing most of all.
I wanted to explain
I wanted to make excuses
I wanted to blame them
But I said nothing
Because it was my fault.
It was my fault for letting it continue.
It was my fault for being quiet.
It was my fault for saying nothing.
And I cried in realization.
That all I had chosen to be
I had not chosen to be free.
A person can only be enslaved
Only if they choose to be enslaved
And live in the fear
They choose not to fight against.
I was tired.
I was angry.
I was dissapointed.
With myself.
All John could say was
"Learn from this."
Then the insults came
Like burning acidic rain
By the lawmakers
And the executers
Which in a whole were one
Saying
"You sound like a white chick"
"Act like a white chick"
"Fake ass bitch"
"Go kill yourself"
"Ain't shit"
”Not black”
”Oreo”
And it goes on
And on
And On.
Until I spoke my silence
Why label me?
Because I refuse to play a part in society's rules
Of how a color's personality should be?
Society's rules of how to be black?
Most likely by people who aren't even black
You say I am ignorant
But you all are blindly ignorant
Someone of wisdom would know
Color isn't a personality
But you've been brainwashed
By the TV
The people
And the "Universal Truths".
If they told you today
your color is a cannibal
Would you eat every man, woman, and child?
Just because you were told that?
As if it were a truth?
I am the black sheep among the white flock
The black sheep who knows
That Black doen't always mean danger
That White doen't always mean purity
That Red doesn't always mean savagery
That Yellow doesn't always mean wisdom
When it comes to people
The only reason I am persecuted is because I chose to close my ears
To all the "personalities"
Of Society.
And then it stopped
The people stopped executing
The people stopped making laws
I was finally happy.
But sad
Ever since then
John was gone.