100 Day Mark

Wed, 05/03/2017 - 18:18 -- Na

At this 100 day mark I am reminded of my past because of the present 
And I fear for our children's future 
I was a white kid reaping the benefits
Of a white South Africa
I don't mean to make a division, 
It was the standard provision;
Beautiful homes to feel safe in
Neighborhoods to blend in 
Schools flowing with white education 
White beaches only; no sign of segregation...
Out of sight out of mind- complete disassociation 

Conformed to my reality,
which I unconsciously 
lapped up what was served to me
(By a nurturing black woman ironically)
A silver spoon heaped with privilege 
fed to me with no wonder of pillage
No care in the world for spillage
Because my needs were nourished.

As a white kid I could thrive
who knew what it meant to barely survive;
To be judged by the color of my outer layer
To learn the hard way and become a player 
To imagine that I know is offensive 
To a kid who lived every day on the defensive 
Left for months by their mothers 
Who cleaned up after me and the likes of others.
So indoctrinated by the system
I was a pawn moving through a prism
Of deliberate oppression 
By a government who hid their undesired 
So well that I simply never inquired.

Ashamed now of the actuality
That my eyes were closed to reality
My mind washed by popularity
My ears deaf to the inequality 
I grew up in a deliberately Quarantined society.
Now I live in the United States of America
"the land of the free" so long as you profit economically 
The history is the same just different geography.
Who speaks for the destitute?
Who speaks for the oppressed?
Yes, a black kid can dream, fight hard and achieve 
"The home of the brave" is their legacy 
Because they take pains to be free
despite poverty, brutality 
And Lack of opportunity 
Not to mention our current presidency!
And his stance on juvenile judiciary 

My question is When will humanity become sane?
And treat kids of all color the same
No one to blame no hate no shame
Just begin again 
We need change
Eradicating man made Poverty 
Is not clemency it is a necessity 
A human right to be free
To live a life with dignity
With Equal starts
Creating a society of equal hearts
Contributing to humanity in equal parts

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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