the white ones spoke
demanding protection
from new ideas
non white races
different religions
holding rifles white knuckled
above their heads
screaming they wanted the future
to be great like the past
millions who didn’t want to
wake up in the twenty first century
yes they won
white is right
the color of extremism
white the absence of all colors
black all colors together
so separate and unequal
we stand
I am not a silent poet 
If you are Caucasian, they
don’t give you the right to color.
You are branded by incandescent
Light bulbs which bleach and leach the
Color out of your existence.
“Be remorseful, for this is your done deed.”
But I’m not remorseful, no, not me.
I’m not a defiler, derider, denier.
I am the daughter of the 60s, born in the 50s,
Sent into the future, now past, to be.
Yes, to be liberal, caring, sharing.
Don’t blame my color for the criminal’s
Crime. I fought for us, the social bottom.
Where my eyes have always been open,
My family fought to insure their message would survive.
I’m not to blame for other handheld knives
In throats blameless and innocent.
There is a knife in my throat, exposing me
As red blooded human in the act of surviving.
Posted from my page at whiteawjwords.com.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Good reply annwjwhite. We don’t get a skin color choice. Only the choice of how we will live inside it and display that to the world.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Pingback: National Nightmare by Michael Peck — I am not a silent poet | MONSITE