Take The Words Out Of My Mouth

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misconduct and, seriously, whiteness</p><p id="0465">You can’t make reparations for a history with a bloody and vile heart, one that beats and bloats at the same time with gluttony-fueled sloth adjacent to a photo opportunity and a hashtag I want to take the words out of my mouth The ones that I said without thinking and assumed were seemingly innocuous, but they weren’t because I was blinded by privilege and even though I was not part of the problem, I also was not part of the solution because I was scared of all the commotion and locomotion of hot voices and anger so I stepped aside and went back inside and allowed it to fester, or rather I ignored it and assumed someone else would fight I was a coward, not because I didn’t express my opinions on right and wrong, but because I allowed myself to whisper them</p><p id="b5d6">I want you to come and take these words too, the ones on this page, on this screen Take them from my mouth and this time, let them mean something more than all of my past failures of support from afar and bumbling directives under my breath that I won’t stand for this to happen to people, but then I sa

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t down again, quiet, in the shadows and watched it happen again on the news I watched with my own eyes what it looks like when one race decides that another race is less valuable and uses their power to accomplish breathlessness Don’t let me say it, the words that they said because I don’t deserve to put those words in my mouth and if I ever do, please come get them Please take the words out of my mouth if I ever forget where my place is again</p><p id="b105">© <a href="undefined">Jonathan Greene</a> 2020</p><p id="7cc5">If you liked this, you might like this as well:</p><div id="4052" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/its-hard-to-know-what-to-say-1223055a79a6"> <div> <div> <h2>It’s Hard To Know What To Say</h2> <div><h3>A Poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*ZRymZ9XlIXeU-G_9f421Hg.png)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A Poem

I want you to reach inside of me and take the words out of my mouth All the things I said that I shouldn’t have because I was ignorant about just how bad it is to be a black person in America A country with a history of enslavement Do you understand? People owning other people White people owning black people So. Not. That. Long. Ago. and some want to talk about reparations, but how can you repair that when the person on the throne believes it was the right way and how can you think that reparations make up for anything Like reparations for taking land from those who founded it Like reparations for those falsely accused and held in prison for twenty years because of prejudice and malice and misconduct and, seriously, whiteness

You can’t make reparations for a history with a bloody and vile heart, one that beats and bloats at the same time with gluttony-fueled sloth adjacent to a photo opportunity and a hashtag I want to take the words out of my mouth The ones that I said without thinking and assumed were seemingly innocuous, but they weren’t because I was blinded by privilege and even though I was not part of the problem, I also was not part of the solution because I was scared of all the commotion and locomotion of hot voices and anger so I stepped aside and went back inside and allowed it to fester, or rather I ignored it and assumed someone else would fight I was a coward, not because I didn’t express my opinions on right and wrong, but because I allowed myself to whisper them

I want you to come and take these words too, the ones on this page, on this screen Take them from my mouth and this time, let them mean something more than all of my past failures of support from afar and bumbling directives under my breath that I won’t stand for this to happen to people, but then I sat down again, quiet, in the shadows and watched it happen again on the news I watched with my own eyes what it looks like when one race decides that another race is less valuable and uses their power to accomplish breathlessness Don’t let me say it, the words that they said because I don’t deserve to put those words in my mouth and if I ever do, please come get them Please take the words out of my mouth if I ever forget where my place is again

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