Your words hurt.
like bullets on paper,
my tears weigh
the pressures of
the world on my shoulders
burned by your words
it’s the ashes of such
that tainted my skin
at birth
yet I smile,
push away the comments
til they build up
like Bile
it’s almost juvenile
Racism is real.
it’s sickening how
many conceal, until
their true thoughts
are revealed
Your words hurt.
But your actions hurt worse.
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 12:23 AM UTC
Your words hurt.
like bullets on paper,
my tears weigh
the pressures of
the world on my shoulders
burned by your words
it’s the ashes of such
that tainted my skin
at birth
yet I smile,
push away the comments
til they build up
like Bile
it’s almost juvenile
Racism is real.
it’s sickening how
many conceal, until
their true thoughts
are revealed
Your words hurt.
But your actions hurt worse.
I wanted it untechnical. Just because that can be the biggest symbol of all. racism is discharacterizing. trying to make someone who is privileged understand that can sound messy, unorganized.
The ashes symbolize not only past prejudice being remnants in the modern world, but how ashes darken, like the color of my skin.
This poem is written directly after a moment where i personally felt offended by an unaware racist comment. Treat it well, it means a lot to me.
