Letter to my Racist Friend

Mon, 11/21/2016 - 00:21 -- ofenty

I can’t hate you.

To be quite honest, I don't want to.

 

Your bullets are made up blood my brother. Years of fight and struggle all to avoid the talk, America is full of big words, and stupidity to make up for years of pain.

The glass is not opaque anymore, everything must come out into the light.

We all have struggled, so hate is out of the question. We walk with pride with you, as our chairs rupture Harvard but don’t act like you have the key your ball is just a little bit further.

 

I can’t hate you.

 

You’re just as much as the sheep without a Shepherd, yearning to cast us away thinking you’ll get closer and closer to your answers.

You’ve been further since our capture.

You’ve been searching since we found our freedom.

You are lost, so I can’t hate you. Mother told me to love the poor minded.

 

Your lifestyles our traditions and your acres ours homes. White boy asked me where my ancestors were from I said the earth with which you stand on.

 

I feel pity, your riches are meaningless,

You laugh and smile with emptiness in you and your bags.

I can’t imagine how it must feel to have lies in each letter of your textbooks,I guess inadvertently responsible for tears and kidnapping.

I can’t hate you

You didn’t know who you were when you robbed us of ourselves.  

 

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