Phone A Black Man

Hello, yes. I’d like to report, an African American Man, for being, an African American Man.

I feel threatened by his blackness. He asked for directions. Why ask a lone white woman? He must mean harm upon me.

He’s walked a block away, his back I see. His footsteps adding space for me. As his distance deepens. My racism seeps. It like to speak.

His civil rights must be revoked. Can’t you get the cops down here, to give him a good choke. At least a firm beating. For his mistreating. Daring to approach my whiteness. When he should have been retreating.

Hurry, he’s getting away. He’s done nothing wrong. But I’d like him cuffed, and enslaved today.

I am not a racist. I’ll repeat this lie. If my menacing act is brought to light. I’ll apologize for my actions. I may even pretend to cry. Even when I know, those actions, threatened an innocent black man’s life.

Sorry, I am. For getting caught. My racism meant to stay hidden. Claiming black lives matter, now forbidden.

The veil now lifted. My true self shown. Slavery is over. But, I still expect my whiteness, to be obeyed. As it sits, on an imaginary thrown.

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