we cannot scroll past reflection that is necessary for deep-rooted change.
below is a poem-ish for fellow white people in the US. it's also for myself. pictured is my family's garden on Rhodes, Greece, surrounded by gardens long abandoned as people fled the island and country. *** isn't it ironic,
the ones most prone to forgetting the past
believe they are the most deserving of the future.
whiteness is detachment,
a position of power born out of memory loss.
histories, mother-tongues, dances exchanged
for a promise for property,
for financial security,
for easy consumption.
it's no wonder we seek property in every little thing, every living person.
they always say be careful what you wish for.
white people, whatever gap we're filling
know we have learned to fill it with something or someone alive.
claim it as our own, and
kill it if we can't.
a culture of convenience.
what did you kill off within
to be passive or even celebrate
the killing off the thousands of years one fallen body holds?
does it make the world cleaner, easier for you to
did you know that you too contain thousands of years?
did you know that you were never as pure as you thought?
don't you get lonely?
pretending we are so big while
fenced in by everything we were taught.
how do you expect a future
when there is no room for anything,
growing does not mean taking,
nor uprooting another's future or past.
unearth what has been buried in you,
and let the growing exist alongside other lives
simply and achingly,
trying to do the same.
and, please, let them thrive,
it will not make you less. .
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