Unbuckling whiteness

Is tricky business.Because it takes a whileTo recognize the thingsThat you always considered ‘normal’To really just be white.Unlearning a strange form of self-policingThat finds many of the non-whiteThings about yourselfSomehow problematic.And doing all thisWithout hating yourselfOr your white neighbour,Because loving bothIsn’t always easy.Unbuckling whitenessIs not about resentmentOr censureBut about coming to rest comfortablyIn a non-white […]

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Oily hands, Ashy feet

He’s been running.Running barefoot through the streetsLooking for himselfOr rather the best version of himself;The person he promisedHis eight year old selfHe’d be one day-But his searchHas yielded nothing so far.The dust clings to him.The mud is now cakedIn the cracks of the soles of his feet-These feet,That have carried himFaithfully so farOn his quest,Are […]

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