#isgp

I was in a safe place

safe space

with people I loved

and people who loved me.

In the name of destigmitization,

but, in all honesty,

it was mostly curiousity,

I finally plucked up the courage to ask outright.

“What races are you?” I said,

words foreign in this foreign accent

a foreigner in a foreign culture

navigating, times are changin’

I don’t know the beat to this here drum

but I ask my question,

and the drawn-out pause,

sea of uncomfortable laughter

but fuck this,

fuck that,

this isn’t addressed in our culture

We can’t tiptoe around this,

daisy-chained daffodils

and expect this beast to be tamed,

kid gloves in hand.

This shit is messy,

our lives are messy,

and we can’t sit back

content with digestion of the media

hearts bound black with

forgotten criteria

I wait for my answer,

if there’s any place to ask,

here it is,

amongst friends,

still uncomfortable prickling

with such a direct stab

at something one skirts around.

Like I said before,

I just don’t give a fuck anymore.

Headon,

hearts strong,

we tame the beast

Anerica’s greatest undoing.

Melanin.

Cause if ya ain’t all white

you’re black.

If ya ain’t all white

you’re impure.

Obama’s just as white as black

but we sure don’t call him

mr White President.

Cause he’s tainted,

like my neighbour

my friend

my cousin

is.

We face this headon

hearts strong

we tame the beast

America’s greatest undoing.