As I approach the edge Of awareness Danger flashes! A veil of flame You risk burning fingers here
Pain Confusion Shame Guilt Crushed by the weight of the past
Once invisible worlds that shimmer Just out of focus Beyond the veil
What draws me near? Why do I risk burning?
I have not always felt the lie so clearly But as I learn and explore my world The shallowness of my existence has been plumbed Found wanting
It doesn’t match the world that others see
To see their worlds I must Walk through the fiery veil To connect To love To fit the pieces of their worlds and mine together
Now I pity those I was once like Trapped in their small worlds Blinded eyes Plugged ears Wrapped in cotton
They don’t know what they don’t know But a part of me knew A part of them knows And mourns
For the world that waits for them Beyond the veil
Thinking about how I, as a white person, have benefited from doing anti-racist work; a big thing is relieving the cognitive dissonance that comes from your perspective of the world being frequently in conflict with non-white people, especially distressing and confusing when its in conflict with friends and family