Assumptions are Worlds Built on Thin Ice.

Do we listen, do we see, or merely interpret the vision we believe?

What do you see, when you glance in my eye?

What do you hear, when I stutter a ‘hello’ at least?

Your opinions race and accuse, know me — you do not try,

It is easier to condemn me as the white privileged beast.

Yet you know me not, you paste, slur, and stigmatize

There is nought that I can explain — by my skin it is decided.

My voice is crushed by your injustice. You bellow and bark, criticize.

You, in righteous protest, ignore my screams, left wasted and derided.

Why do you not hear, when I say your pain is not my intention?

Why do you prefer to point and bait? I am not the knife in your soul.

I was not the trader of souls, nor the spitting bus driver of segregation.

I stand alongside you, and from history’s brutality, attempt to wrestle control.

Please, judge me not, denigrate me not, for I stand beside you in respect

And like so many, the crimes of centuries past I wholeheartedly reject

For equality among humans is the least every soul must expect

And that can only be enhanced by sensibility in the leaders we elect.

Ten second takeaway:

Trumpeted assumptions are the idiot’s curse,

It is in understanding that humanity must invest its purse. — K. Farran

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