asleep
That box doesn’t fit me.
You may think it does,
and perhaps I was at one time
willing to be catergorized and organized,
conforming, allowing you to
epitomize ignorance.
But no longer does it fit me.
I’ve allowed for too long the unconcious racists faces
to perpetuate a state of fear.
I’ve heard that song before,
and felt its sting.
Although you’ve seen and felt nothing,
I do not blame.
For its just a game,
just a name, just some way
you say to maintain
some resemblence of order.
If not for fear of loss of control,
The name of the game would be different for all.
Unfortunately you’ve failed to realize
just how large this reaches in size.
You see,
Its all become clear to me.
While true the one sitting next to you
may not know who you are or what you do.
They may not know your ancestral path,
or if your name was once trashed.
But you may find, if you look deep
we are not that different, just asleep.
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