We Are Not Our Skin
On Racism
I know I’m white
But that doesn’t mean I don’t have a problem
With what’s going on.
I don’t want to have to wear
The choices of other people on my skin
But if you have to, too then I guess it’s only fair
And I want you to know
That I also think “white priviledge” shouldn’t exist
And no that doesn’t make me a hypocrite
Because you,
You the minority,
You the downtrodden,
You the “cops brought me in ‘cause the color of my skin”
You of all people should know
That first, we are human
Second, we are teeth and eyes
We are our minds,
We are our knucklebones,
We are standing on the rooftops
Looking at the stars
And knowing that they are inside us,
And knowing that we aren’t supposed to be soldiers.
This wasn’t supposed to be our war.
This was supposed to be over a long, long time ago.
But I guess the past becomes the present
When nostalgia feels like hope,
When the “good old days” forget the bad nights,
Forever frozen in the moments before they
turned off the lights,
the moment between when the
bullet went through Abe’s head
and his hat hit the ground.
We are suspended on a theatre balcony
Waiting for the intermission
Of a play written100s of years ago.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that sometimes instead of a person
They see an anger management tactic.
I’m sorry they get shiny new badges
And guns every week
And still hand you rakes and sewing needles
To defend yourself with.
I don’t know how to handle a knife.
I don’t know how to make them listen,
Everytime I try to start a conversation
They give me a kiss and an education
And so I try to drop it to get their attention
And they say “you’re too good a kid to get a detention”
And now we’re stuck again in the frozen moments
And so we keep training and training
And I’m not saying I have a solution.
That is not how this poem ends.
I’m not going to stand up here and pretend
That I can fix any of this.
I just wanted to say
That for the ones that have teeth,
Please remember to look into their eyes.
I promise you,
First we are human.
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