Untitled Emotions

We are the founders to our history.

Yes our history,

Not the history before us,

The history which follows us.

We are the body of our community.

And this is what we witnessed on July 30, 2019:

A traveler is far away from the familiar,

And sheds their cloak,

Trying to fade into the back row.

The weight of the judgmental glances

Tells them that they're chances

Are better out on the road.

If we are the body,

Why aren't our arms reaching?

Why aren't our hands healing?

Why aren't our words teaching?

And what of that road?

The road where they can be harassed?

The road where they can be profiled because of a stereotype?

The road where people can admit their racist acts,

The road where people admit how to stop racism,

The road where racists can overtly and consciously act on their racism.

That's not the road I want to send people on.

And shame on everyone

Who send their siblings onto that road.

Not guilt.

Shame.

I want the road to be the place

Where travelers can broaden their horizons

Where all people can utilize a public resource.

Where strangers feel safe among strangers.

Where the most vulnerable feel the most protected.

That is the road I want to travel.

Since we are the body,

Let's make our arms reach

Let's make our hands heal

Let's make our words teach

Reach those in need.

Heal those in suffering.

Teach the truth

The truth of those who the privilege erases.