“Can we please stop talking about race?”
You demand as you casually spit out “those people”
As an insult to group all your prejudice into one demongraphic
Unaware that you are talking about my friends.
And the beautiful children of my friends.
And their friends.
And their friends.
It’s as if your fear of the unknown
Has manifested into your own inner demons
Which are circling the deep chasm between
Your head and your heart
Whispering lies of mistrust and distrust
What happened to you
That brought you to this evil place
Of hating someone you have never even met?
Are you able to lean into a deep breath
And consider how ludicrous that notion is
For even just a minute?
Like some kind of drug-enduced hallucination?
Out of sync machination
Or off-beat verberation
A part-hate vilification
Perhaps simply a personification
Of a childhood narration
About the shadowy boogeyman
Who had set up shack under your bed?
It seems that hate wasn’t so pronounced
When you needed someone to come and clean your house
Tend your garden
Raise your children…
You even showed a glimpse of your humenmity
When you kept aside special dishes and cups
That only they were allowed to use
With their communist ideas and their dreams and their creativity
With their antagonistic love of family and fears of what the future might hold
With their arrogant desire for three meals a day
Their entitled protesting for basic sanitation in their places of homeprisonment
The constant reminder of that system we used to have that saw them as less than human
[If you look hard enough you can see it peering through the layer of paint we tossed at it]
Stop with your accusations and your wordplay
Your thinly veiled judgements
Quit suggesting I am out of touch
With the lived life experiences of those who don’t look like me
Some of my best maids were black!
Can’t we just paddle out
And discuss this reasonably over the break?