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But the view's fine from here,
they say, all carbon copy cloying concern.

They don't know that the sun doesn't rise
and set quite so exquisitely
when your sky
is on fire.

But the view's from fine here,
they maintain, as unsaid words skulk in the throat.

They don't notice the skin that burns and crackles
and stretches at a breaking point
that's been broken
for years.

But the view's fine from here,
they confirm. And then turn away.

They don't see what shouldn't be seen,
what eyes can't afford to shut
even as glass splinters
edge closer.

And they are right, really,
because their view truly is fine from here.

#BlackLivesMatter i
It's been an indescribable week for the whole world. Watching all the scenes coming out of the US feels like watching a film you can't hit pause on. And I couldn't not write about it. .
First, I wanted to write from the perspective of someone in the riots, someone who's suffering from this appalling inequality. But it didn't feel right. I'm a white woman living in the UK, so this isn't my reality. The reality is that I benefit from my white privilege every day. And the reality is that many, many people in my position, with my privilege simply refuse to fully see what is going on, and don't attempt to empathise with those suffering.
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I dream of a day we all understand our privilege and use it to help those whose voices are drowned out. #BlackLivesMatter
The language is the heart of the poem.
what if
everything

was less

it was not
a race

to have more

what if
this god

said

accumulation
was a sin

and most
everyone

believed it

what would
become of

everyone

would we
have more

together
obscure rhymes

playing
on the tongue

sometimes

they make
you think

and sometimes
they are

just fun
Let me write
what I may--not in riddle
I might not be right
but would cause no trouble!
Reading at night
     a new world I discover
     all the hours I own
     in this blissful wonder
That was so long ago
       that person I understand only now
      little did I then know
      the me that I just found!
Trees stay rooted

Sway in gay abandon

Bracing for the storms

Giving what they can
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