I Am You by Kim BennettI Am You
His skin was soft as he shook my hand
And said ?Thank you?
Thank me for putting myself in shoes that don?t fit.
He was wrong.
They fit fine.
I am not who people think I am.
I am you.
I am black and red
Yellow and white.
I am male and female.
I am straight and gay
I am the stars, the earth
Wind and moon
Above all else
I am human,
I am you.
The world has pulled clouds over our eyes,
Only allowing the mind to view colours,
And vow intolerance
Ignoring the man dripping in the street,
The word ?fag? polished red on his forehead.
Blindness improves listening
So they heard him.
Heard his cries shaking as he called
?Help me! Please! Someone, help me!?
But all they see is darkness, never wanting
To break through the clouds.
I am you.
Injustice drains my eyes as
My hands strain to grip an invisible sword
Meant to stop the words of torment.
I feel, like you, a part of my soul
Die as every punch hits its mark.
As every word spits lies,
Quoting passages from a book.
Do you see the black woman writing with a passion that cannot be contained?
Or the Persian man listening to music, embodying the beat?
See the white child reading, discrete, high in the branches of a shaded tree?
Don?t.
See the woman, the man, and child,
And content of character.
A story not on the news tonight,
And many similar to it,
Never in the spotlight.
They grilled into her darker flesh with baseball bats
And fists.
With skill.
Smiling as they went along
Playing a game.
And their perfect skins change to scarlet.
Abomination of skin colour
Cannot be fixed by only death.
So they strip her of the shamed surface.
Burning her alive to purge her sins,
And they are heroes,
Doing their god a favour.
My mind screams
No!
No!
No!
This is wrong
The world is wrong.
Look at me!
What am I?
White?
I am the one holding the light
To break through the clouds.
So you can chant with loud, unbroken
Voices to fix this world
Where sight is renewed.
All of you, see
Because you are me.
03/04/2006
Author's Note: After I read Transparent Hypocisy at an open-mic night a guy found me the next day and shook my hand, telling me that it was amazing that I could put myself in a place where I'm not at, or I don't belong, as a minoirty. And I was happy he said something like that, but I was thinking about it later and it hurts me just as much to hear about someone being discriminated against for any reason even though I'm normally not part of any group that's in it.
Posted on 03/04/2006 Copyright © 2024 Kim Bennett
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