Be A Racist, It’s Ok, It’s 2017

I walked into a nightmare today,

names were dropped, words were tossed,

I couldn’t get past an,

an, an, an,

omission of a hopeful anomaly,

that turned awful, horrific, debatably


seemed we were all so frivolous,

funny, fanatics.

Seemed we were all lost in the comfort of our


White privilege regarded itself,

and no one else really mattered.

All the doors were closed,

we all looked at each other,

nobody cared, nobody cared,


anyone within a couple of feet with

the ability to see and hear might have thought,

wait a second,

I thought it was the 21st century,

the 21st century – 2017.

Years beyond the days when civil rights

meant understanding there was a need to change,

a need to understand,

a time to respond to the changing mind,

and realize, realize,

real eyes would be watching now,

more cognizant, more genuine …

Have you noticed all the bi-racial advertising,

I mean there’s nothing wrong with it,

just advertising meeting a market,

nothing wrong with it,

the windows are all closed.

Nobody knows,

‘the trouble I’ve seen’,

the long and winding road …

Old man river,

and its four decades later,

we’re still safe though,

nobody heard the word said out loud,


oh wait,

except, except, except,

accept responsibility,

we all heard it and we need all to

open the doors and try to squeeze through,

because we have suddenly narrowed

nearly a half century of effort.

But its ok,

the doors all remain closed.

Simple, right?


Sensitive Outcomes


I can recall sitting in your basement in the winter

when I was told to not cry.

I was confused, and actually angry

but then I didn’t know what to do except

let tears stream.

Have you ever been told you wear your heart on your sleeve?

What did you do with the information?

Did you run and hide?

How might you recall the moments

when we were asked not to have feelings?

Or at least

don’t show them around me.

Not today.

Not any day.

Certainly not when we are around

or when other people matter more.

Be confident in a good sob,

in the cleansing beauty of knowing

your heart and soul have released the pain.

In order to begin to feel more,

feel more and more and more!

And then perhaps

you might just believe that stranger

who asks you one day without fail,

how you might feel

wearing their shoes.