Speaking of posting things that make our palms sweat and our hearts beat out of our chest. I figured I’d post a personal one. Race is something that is extremely hard for me to talk about. I have a post in drafts that’s still there about the complexities of growing up bi-racial. But I figured I’d start here. I’m nervous to post this.
am I not allowed to be angry
to be upset when discrimination floods back to my memory
watching his spirit drop on our first date
hearing whispers how I shouldn’t wear my hair naturally
I watched as my friends were asked to leave
even though they were shopping casually
I watched as my brother’s spirit decayed
from constant aggression from the police
Can I not feel something emotionally?
should I be calm when even after years of proof
I’m told these things don’t exist?
Aren’t my experiences proof!
can I not allow these situations to flood back in front of me
those situations when they were just being kids but singled out intentionally
When God come to greet me and asks, “Where’s your brother?”
I will have the conscience to say
“Right here, he’s right here next to me.”