Reasons

Reasons you are lovely, a poem of self love rather than self hate:
Each morning comes with new dew and new sun
You stretch your arms
Strong and bold
You notice the little things about you
And why they make you laugh
You encourage the lark to sing once again
As your self doubt creeps into your morning
The mirror shows a being of charm and wit
The tongue show a woman of grace and beauty
For you are beautiful
As you listen to your inner voice
Harm might be lurking
Then softly to yourself you start to sing
Singing a song only you know
It releases your stress
Gives breath to your day
Maybe you will smile at that stranger

Smashed Walls

As I see those news reports and online videos, I cringe. Anger boils up inside of me. All I want to do is smash glass bottles and punch through walls. How dare those people treat young black women this way? How dare they use their power to abuse the system. I want to walk across the broken glass bottles till my feet are torn and bleeding. Brutalized, like how all those boys, men, women and girls have been treated. I want to walk through their clean, white, suburban houses with a baseball bat and smash down all their walls. The walls that confine their ways thought. The walls that do not see color. The walls of thought that keep racism alive. I want to take racism by the throat and dig my finger nails into their flesh. “You have no place here.” I whisper vehemently. Then, with a strong arm, I throw racism out. I banish them. I turn back around and see people trying to re-build their racist houses. They try to piece their logic back together with cynicism and pity. They struggle to re-build much of anything. I look at them in disgust for defending their racist homes. How dare you defend a abuser of power. How dare you dismiss pain and hurt. How dare you put back on your glasses of blindness. All I want to do is smash glass bottles and punch through walls but I find that it is exhausting and my eyes can hardly stay open. I fall fast asleep much to my demise.