On Whiteness

They will stare at you
With eyes that say
You do not belong

Look past you
Look over you
Look through you
Or chose not to look
At you at all

Stare you down so hard
Until your features dissemble
Become unrecognizable
Rendered invisible
A speck of dust plastered on the wall

But you, child of wonder,
Keep yo chin up
Don’t drink from the Kool Aid
Of whiteness, power, and privilege
The flavors will always leave acrid aftermaths
In your mouth

Once the lights turn off
And everybody goes home
To take their masks off
It’s yourself, and only your/self
To whom you must belong


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