Showing posts with label poem 15. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 15. Show all posts

Preschool

In awe of being formed by this moment 
Tiny fingers tug up fabric 
Mid sentence to cover his nose
And in another room a 25 month old 
wanders talking to himself
Want the pandemic to be over
Going to the grocery store
When the pandemic is over 


he said she said

whiteness is the rule that constantly changes and contradicts itself to benefit and protect whiteness
she said
working remotely is a blessing because this is the first year that a white colleague hasn't said something racist to me
she said
a student accused of stealing and it's "because i'm black"
he said
white teachers' emotions are not for me to take on
she said
go get your people
they said
you'll make mistakes along the way
he said
it's an ongoing process 
he said
this is anti-racism
she said
so let's do the work
we said

React or Die



Sitting with an idea it's a choice, I'm not that excited
to be shocked out of my routine. Was I meant to be
shocked if not what was the point, pushed and pulled,
I said to Allison I'm clearly not a dominating force
I don't want to be punted out the room and grabbed
back in again it's not my speed none of it is, my life
in media, files shuffling about banged in the knee
by drawers, my age and I, either, ask not for 
respect but I avoid the things that misunderstand
me, time is precious, if I could get out the front
door fifteen minutes before the fourteen after I 
said I would I'd manifest as if time is precious,
I'd be backed away from, dripping in nothing 
missing in my life unless I said it was.