I write this because I will spend the rest of my life subject to hatred
subject to scorn
subject to oppression
just because of the colour of my skin.
Just because of a biological difference between me and another human.
Just because of my weird sounding name.
Just because of those other brown people who killed people.
Just because others are oppressed and manipulated by political and economic systems which have been put in place by those more privileged.
Just because it’s easier to lay blame on others rather than acknowledge the problems and work to solve them.
Just because I am who I am.
Just because I am different.
Yet I am the same.
The same as every. single. other. human.
The same as you.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Do not lie to yourself.
It is the foundation of any form of extremism that we see today or have indeed ever seen.
How much longer?
How much more does it take for you to see that?
How many more of us have to die?
Sometimes I find myself doubting why I even try to voice my opinion.
Why do I even try to change anything
when it all seems so surreal to be happening in the first place.
History doesn’t seem to be teaching us anything.
Nothing seems to be working.
The horizon is always there but I don’t see it.
I’m working towards this dream
I’m striving towards it
I’m chasing the wind
I’m running over bullet casings and blood-soaked shards of glass
I’m running through smoke darker than the souls of those who murdered Trayvon
of those who murdered Sandra
of those who murdered Alton
of those who seem to live so free.
Who can act upon their own twisted beliefs with such ease.
I wonder when that day will ever come
where I don’t feel obligated to warn my future daughter of walking to the shop late at night
of warning my future son to not hold his ground when dealing with the law
wilfully perpetuating subjugation out of helplessness
because if I don’t I worry I would never see them again
just like the parents of the 1,134 young black men murdered in the U.S. in 2016 – and still counting.
What more do we have to show you?
We’ve shown you we can work as hard as you; slavery saw to that.
We’ve shown you we can die as willingly as you; both World Wars saw to that.
We’re showing you we bleed the same as you; they’re seeing to that right now.
I don’t like to be hopeless
It’s not a characteristic I would like to have to own
yet in this state of affairs
in this vile, twisted, deceiving world
it’s one of the few things I feel I am guaranteed to be.
But despite all of this
despite all the hatred
and the vengeance
and the rock-solid ignorance that perpetuates the subjugation of us
I move forward.
I carry on
because I know the history of my people.
Of my ancestors
who died for the right to even be here
for the right to be seen as equal
for the right to be seen as human.
I could never forsake them
so long as there is life in my helpless soul
I will carry on for them
because they saw the light rising over the horizon
because they were people full of strength
They were people.
As am I.
As are we all.
Though the world may seem to be waiting for you to make a mistake, do not be wary.
Do not be afraid.
Walk forth with your head held high
because you are the child of lions
of free spirits
of humans whose souls had the power to show colour to the blind
whose passion burns within you
who look down on you now and will for the rest of your life
telling you ‘o, sweet, young, soul.
do not forsake us, we are here for you to have been there.
you are more than you know, you are greater.’
When the clouds roll over, masking the light
and the heavy thuds of ignorance begin to pound and echo through the air
look toward yourself
for the fire that burns within you is eternal
a fire that isn’t controlled by you
yet is you in every sense of the word.
The fire of your people.
The fire of heritage.
So long as you breath, it will breathe,
so long as you live, it will live
and it will always carry you forward
because we are of those people who knew no bounds,
of spirits who soared beyond the skies and to worlds unknown
and so will you.