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I’m tired
Tired of being black Of being the minority Truth is my blackness is beautiful but I’m tired of defenses… The world community's belief “you can’t see the light without the darkness” I’m tired of this analogy, like the darkness is invalid on its own I’m tired of privilege… not the “I worked hard to get here and I deserve what I have” type of privilege More the - "I raped a people of their country and claimed it as my own" - kind of privilege I’m tired of holding little value for anyone except those closet to me I’m tired of being the only chocolate in a sea of cream I’m tired of status quo, righteousness, humanity seeking divide I’m tired of cookie cutter cuteness and not being recognized for the beauty I behold Tired of defending and defining the type of human I’m attracted to For being, sexual, being fat, being a woman, being ignorant I’m worn out for my voice not being heard, for not being worthy of recognition Weary from pushing up the walls built by those who would attempt to define my existence I’m tired of male dominance I’m tired of pushiness and self judgements I’m tired of rudeness and damage souls… The truth of adolescent wisdom slaughtered by the adults we become When can we get back to the veracity of what we are?
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April 2024
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