Dear White People…
Don’t confuse my silence as acceptance
Be thankful that I am silent for my words cut deeper than a knife
My anger and sadness runs anciental deep
I am tired of seeing black and brown bodies drop while we all share the same color blood
“Respect the flag” you say
If the flag is the representation of this country, then this country is the representation of its government- which is the representation of its people
Then what has this country done for me
Thank you for your service, for the service of murdering those who look just like me
Thank you for your service, discriminating me
For oversexualizing me
For belittling me
For a nation and government that preaches on its freedom
They tend to forget the freedom of those who bled and continue to bleed for this nation in the name of change
I don’t speak within the classroom to create diversity, representation, or awareness
That isn’t my responsibility
I speak because my voice is important too, I don’t do this for you
I do this for my nephews to remind them they are more than a racial slur
I do this for my mother that is on her feet at least 15 hours a day, who had hope towards a nation but now have hopes for a single daughter
I will do this to become the north star that lights up the dark sky and help find the way back the right way
Dear White People…
Honor my culture, do not fantasize it
Honor my people, for we have not forgotten the trauma you have brought to us
Acknowledging that you have done cruel and inhumane things is the bare minimum that we ask of you
Stop fitting yourselves into the narrative, stop speaking about the black and brown issues as if you are affected by them
Simply hear and understand the words we are screaming, don’t throw it back at us with BLM signs
Corporate and help us when asked
So Dear White People.