“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”
We held certain truths to be self-evident
Until they became inconvenient.
All men were created equal
-save for our women, slaves, and endentured servants.
They fought for the rights and succeeded
in receiving what should have been rightful theirs.
The words went on paper,
Undetered by resistance.
Yet, we still struggle in the execution.
Our eyes are still tailored
to judge the color against society
Instead of respecting the color on the paper.
The blackness of skin against a white society
Yields hatred easier
Than adherence to the black against white paper.
The law is in the letters,
Yet we still see it in lowercase.
These rights are endowed by a creator
Unalienable in the world
Unless you cross the magic line.
Red rover, red rover,
Send your tired, weak and weary over.
Unless they’re undocumented,
then we have the right to build a wall.
Your inalienable rights cease
Where our staked claim ends.
We’ll strip you of your liberty,
Passing legislation counter to our declared principles;
We’ll make you a criminal.
Illegal will be your name.
Life will be subjective,
Rendered irrelevant by the
Erasure of God’s granted rights.
We’ll strip you of humanity.
Man, woman, child…
Removed by Sam.
An alien you be,
Ground into the earth,
Forever beneath me.
What God has given,
Let no man take asunder-
Unless it’s your faithful Uncle,
Standing firmly before the flag.
How do I relieve your doubt?
Help you feel the love I feel?
Desiring you ’till time ceases.
I risk my sanity
And give you all
I’ve never been all in.
Always one step behind
Keeping a watchful eye
And still blindsided by deceit.
I forego it all for you.
I walk ahead
Sprinting to that place
You are my wanderlust
The end where it all begins
I forsake my sanity
And offer you all…
All of the world that I can give
And all of me.
How do I relieve your doubt?
Help you feel the love I give?
Swim with me to the depths.
Release your doubts.
Risk the world for love
And give me all
Join me in unabashed release
No longer one step behind
Close your watchful eye
And be blindsided by deep, meaningful love.
Giving way to thoughts of you.
Are they dream carryovers?
The continuation of a unconscious play
Fighting its way into the living world?
The show must go on.
I, sitting on a couch,
Hold you sitting on my lap,
Your legs thrown sideways
With your arms around my neck.
The fingers of my left hand
Glide up your leg
Past the opening of a flower print dress
To the dripping of a pedal.
As smiles and smirks pass,
And loving eyes gaze deeply into each other.
A lower lip quivers as heartbeats quicken.
My right hand disappears momentarily
Until a handful of hair intertwines fingers.
A sharp tug releases a moan
And fingers enter the stream.
Biting on your neck
I search for the artery
Feeling the blood pump with my tongue.
The show should go on,
But the time isn’t right.
The passion burns within
Pulsing around knuckles
And squeezed against the rings.
My ears long for the shrieks,
But children wander the halls
And neighbors are not home.
I want to hear you howl at the moon
Until the night gives way to day.
Fingers return to shore and my right hand moves
To the back of your neck.
You taste the sweet ocean
Until I pull you in to pass it on to me.
Your head moves to my shoulder
And the fire gives way to love.
My fingers interlock
Squeezing you close to my body.
Hearts beat rhythmically
In tune with the universe.
Smiles… genuine, deep, and sincere…
Rest upon our faces
As the desire sustains us
Until the screams can be released.
This show will go on,
And it shall never be matched.
White privilege is a thing, and once people stop reacting to it as though it’s a negative connotation thrust at white people and see it as a societal current state of affairs people might give themselves pause enough to begin having the discussion.
I’m not non-white. I’ve never had to deal with, nor could I ever begin to comprehend what experiencing racism is like. What I do know is that I’ve never had to worry about success or advancement based on my skin tone. This is where the white privilege comes into play. One less barrier to negotiate has allowed me to strictly focus on my own performance for such things. The list is much bigger, but this is meant to be a short in order to trigger thought. Recognizing this privilege has been key to growth. If others would only let their guards down, not feel like they have to go on a defensive, and open their eyes to the world around them, we may be able to have a more productive and honest conversation.
Change the world!
I caught the wind,
If only for a fleeting moment;
Not in my hands-
But in a solitary breath-
Inhaling the fragrance,
Which embedded itself
Onto the very fabric of my being.