A Broken Tailight

A Broken Tail Light.
I wasn’t taught to be racist.
I lived with people who look like me,
and People of Colour lived someplace else with their own.
We were separate and life was fine –
– Fine for the people that look like me.
Truly, I was taught to ignore the division.
I wasn’t taught to be racist,
but I learned that we are different.
Though, it isn’t just the colour of our skin that differentiates us.
It is the opportunities given – that’s what really separates us.
The people who look like me live freely and unafraid.
Truly, I was taught not to think about my privilege.
I wasn’t taught to be racist,
but racism doesn’t mean toting guns and waiting to attack.
It is the tense smile you wear as you clutch your purse walking past a man on the street –
knowing his children will not get the same chances as your own.
Racism can be ignorance painted with assumptions.
Truly, I was taught to be naive.
I wasn’t taught to be racist,
and it is possible so many of us aren’t.
Even though a man can be killed –
without hesitation,
in front of his child, and beside his lover –
because separation has made him a target.
Truly, this is a disgrace.
I wasn’t taught to be racist,
was I?
I still live with people who look like me and we are fine.
Life is fine for us.
We live freely and unafraid,
until we see what we have done.
Truly, I am ashamed.
MLXLS

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