Can’t Imagine Why
a poem

“Can’t imagine why…” you said, at first an empathetic extension, somewhat connection.
but as it built on it became death by a million tiny cuts.
“Can’t imagine why…” as you saw me, step through more hoops for the same project done, facing more pushback, needing far more justification to be accepted as “good enough” to move forward.
“Can’t imagine why…” as you saw me, fired from a job, excluded from a group on the basis of asking for what I deserved, “they were so nice to me, maybe they’ve changed, maybe you just had to ask nicely”
“Can’t imagine why…” as you told me you barely needed to complete the basic degree requirements and just had an old buddy chat with your committee, when that same committee mandated that I must follow all the rules, dot every i, with a dot so round I had to meticulously zoom in with a compass.
“Can’t imagine why…” as the mentors who unequivocally loved you supported you and extended opportunities to you ignored my every networking request, spoke slowly to me as if I did not speak English. You simply laughed it off and said, “Oh don’t be intimidated, they love this work, and all you need to do is kindly ask”
It was a death by a million cuts, a million “can’t imagine why”, as these events unfolded a billion “just don’t be scared to ask” as I saw, clear as day, that doing the same had me rejected, or worse, punished, a trillion self-congratulatory messages about the lengths you’ve taken to take on anti-racism work while exclaiming that the things you were reading were things you’d never fathom, as if I hadn’t told you those stories a million times as you laughed them off with can’t imagine why.
In a way, I let it go every time because I liked you enough to wish that somehow, that self-proclaimed anti-racism progress would somehow translate to us, that knowledge of others’ stories finally set off that label
so that you can finally
imagine why.
Tagging Whatsinanaim | Elle Beau ❇︎ | Dr. Fatima Imam | Samedra Carter | Kim McKinney | Nia Simone McLeod | Olivia Th | Crystalclearcandace if you’re up to it and anyone else interested in today’s prompt: imagination.
Hi I’m Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) and I can imagine why. I’m living the why, telling its story as if shining light on wilfully closed eyes.
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^ by Shivangi Patel






