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they're hiding in plain white fleeing their ethnicity pretending be what they'd like to appear to be a kind of lying otherness there's a whole lot of dark and darkness in the white 'specially those folks who want to suntan in the summertime but couldn't pick a darker crayola out of the box even out of pure self-spite try as they might they don't ever quite complete the task though they want so to fit in not down with what they see as their own hidden ugliness but oh they do try and try hurting themselves and maybe that's why and how.... I learned to hate me when I was too small to know better didn't know who or what I was/be but knew that someone (like me) didn't quite fit the whole hole with my key joining together my puzzle pieces ought to make one feel happy on the inside and free but it was painful to smooth my edges when I had stand-up prickly scales it was painful to want to rise up to some yard stick when I couldn't measure my wind to inflate their sails (that wasn't the right journey circum-navigating their world for me...) aren't we all made differently and different is what I was taught is all that pleases God best isn't that what's taught little children in Sunday catechisms... that we're all no more or no less than all the various colors showing up in the world God doesn't state his preferences but then you got boarding schools and private white schools and bussing laws and different bathrooms and doorways and sitting in the back and bully pulpit paws beating down with words and opinions and policies and state government regulations and laws the Lord cannot help you sometimes if you aren't the right cause and sometimes they tell you its got to be like this because that's just the way it is and always shall be (so you must endeavor to persevere) some white people don't know what real darkness is I wonder if they ever looked long in the mirror and not see goodness in their reflection with their freshly tanned skin and there white so right perfections ain't it the biz... when you learn who you really are and what is... God didn't make up this world maybe the fake boss-man did? LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM DIRECTLY WRITTEN TO THE PAGE 6:35PM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME AUGUST 10 2022 AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD@ 2022 I'M NO RACIST...JUST AN OBSERVING IN AN UNOBSERVANT WORLD. Vote for this poem |
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