guilt, privilege, and questions I was afraid to ask

Amazing!

almost open book

Last night fire swept through the streets

Climbed the walls,

The rugs racism has been swept under,

Heavy.  Burning.

I am white,

And I am guilty.

Of not being brave enough

To sit down with a black mother

Look her in the eye

And ask,

“What does it feel like?”

To be afraid for your babies

Your beautiful children, eyes full of love.

I am a coward,

Because I was afraid of the heaviness

Of letting that pain into my space.

My privilege is the freedom

To acknowledge oppression

Yet decide when I want to have the conversation.

Choosing whether to avoid the discomfort.

Choosing at all.

Maybe change begins

When suffering is so vast

It no longer fits inside human bodies.

When the ugly silence of fear

Is so loud, we can no longer deny it.

And when my heart aches as I look at you

Knowing that your truth…

View original post 26 more words

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

Mirage Men

Folklore and Deception in the UFO Age

FutureScapes Writing Contest

Write your story, change the world

TIME

Current & Breaking News | National & World Updates

Shawntai's spiral notebook

Actually I've updated to an inferior PC

James Rovira

"What would a computer do with a lifetime supply of chocolate?"

Writings By Ender

The Writer's Adventure

Ben Banyard

Poet. Editor. Maker of Mixtapes.

Clear Poetry

Accessible. Approachable. Astonishing.

Queer Geek Theory

futurity, fandom, social justice, and digital media

Ordinary Adventures

Everyday journeys of a one of a kind girl.

White Blank Page

Mehgan Frostic

scott d. muck

Worlds of endless possibilities lie within the adventure

Современные пьесы

Современные пьесы — блог Алексея Марковича, где автор выкладывает фото и видео спектаклей, поставленные по его произведениям. Алексей Маркович, 39 лет. Писатель, сценарист, переводчик, режиссёр театра SCI-FI THEATER (Орегон, США). Алексей проводит творческие вечера, на которых читает свои рассказы.

Caroline Maun

and everything in between

chotisibaatein

Musings of a 21 year old

%d bloggers like this: