Text rolls and scrolls so casually
Listing off all the killings like a to do list
People hold their faces in their hands
I scroll through tears welling in my eyes
I can’t watch the videos. I can’t witness the camera angles
Red seeping into our 6am news
She lost her lover, her partner
He gave it his all, what so wrong with protection
What are you so afraid of?
What are you so frightened of at night?
Are we killing our own for fear of ourselves?

Your rap group popped up and hummed a sweet tune
I admire you with my camera lens from afar
Contemplate how to make this or that with you
I know your heart is aching, I wish I could take away the pain
But just know I feel it so deeply right with you
I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth
A waitress pours me coffee
Her hair long and braided
One red eye swollen
She calls me m’am and I think of my very white privilege
We both tick time by at the airport
But I go through the quick security check
I don’t even have to remove my laptop from my bag
Because I was born with the power to speed through.
Sometimes I hate myself, my race, my everything
And I think aren’t I just so lucky?
In the cruelest self loathing way
Aren’t I just so especially not special
But ever since I could open my eyes
I’ve known that silver spoon would drop from my lips
So that I could dip into the crevices
And hand it to others.

We have the opportunity and the ability
If we so choose to give our utmost
Even on the days where every meeting, encounter feels tirelessly endless
The tunnel vision mindset closing in on us
I think about my bright blonde hair
Aryan features
And the skin on my back that holds the deepest secrets
Of love making—chosen and forced upon
By those with their own vicious desires
Or how we as a modern society
Lynch those we fear
To be more powerful
Gunning them down
Gunning us down
I feel it like a deep shock to my spine
And sometimes I look around
And imagine the darkness take place
Like the constant movie in my mind
Like red oozing in the snowy ground
Or the time I went through an acting exercise
And fought back.

I feel for you today.
Tomorrow.
Yesterday.
2 years from now.
You are not alone
Your fight is not unnoticed
I hold in the palm of my hand, the moments I reach out
Releasing the rotten fruit that tricked me into oblivion
Because yes, I’ve got a silver spoon
Bright blonde hair
Vivid aryan looks
But my heart so innately pounds
With the blood of all my brothers.
All of my sisters.
All of man kind.

I know not what to do with these deep rich feelings
It wears and shows on in my furrowed brow
And tired eyes
So I ponder, write, and contemplate
And give and exchange poetic words of love
In the mean time.


All of my sisters.
All of my brothers.
All of my flesh
Skin of your skin
Heart of your heart.