Racism, colourism, tribalism; fascism dressed in
vague wisdom; the space of a passive Christian
with prideful criticism, stuck in a complicated
class of subjects, all wrapped in classism…
Being stuck in love’s tourism— visiting feelings,
never living in them; searching for truth inside
soft euphemisms; sinking in a fear baptism,
dark thoughts dumbing time, blondism,
bleaching beauty into belief… painting false
pictures of perfect men, and women...
Ill-mannered tempers in one’s mannerisms;
tables set in polished perfectionism— yet the
last one to eat, carries a hunger, a quiet
gluttony within them.
Cause really, we’re ALL stuck in a prism—
split into colours, shaped by every and all
“isms”; and the person you say you’re not…
look again— you’re living some part of them.
So break out the prism—
before it becomes your prison.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 4:39 PM UTC
Racism, colourism, tribalism; fascism dressed in
vague wisdom; the space of a passive Christian
with prideful criticism, stuck in a complicated
class of subjects, all wrapped in classism…
Being stuck in love’s tourism— visiting feelings,
never living in them; searching for truth inside
soft euphemisms; sinking in a fear baptism,
dark thoughts dumbing time, blondism,
bleaching beauty into belief… painting false
pictures of perfect men, and women...
Ill-mannered tempers in one’s mannerisms;
tables set in polished perfectionism— yet the
last one to eat, carries a hunger, a quiet
gluttony within them.
Cause really, we’re ALL stuck in a prism—
split into colours, shaped by every and all
“isms”; and the person you say you’re not…
look again— you’re living some part of them.
So break out the prism—
before it becomes your prison.
A layered reflection on the systems and labels that divide us—showing how racism, classism, and other “isms” don’t just exist around us, but within us. The poem challenges the reader to recognize their own contradictions and break free from the mental prism that can easily become a prison.
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