"Why Do They Have to Make Everything About Race?"
A question posed, a shield in place,
Diminishing truths, experiences erased,
As if discussing race were a disgrace.
Centuries of laws, a tangled web spun,
Tying lives together, the battle begun,
Systemic injustices, deeply rooted and strong,
Yet some choose blindness, deny the wrong.
To mention race is not to accuse or blame,
But to understand histories, never the same,
Lives shaped by biases, struggles untold,
Injustices faced, from young to old.
"Why do they have to make everything about race?"
A refrain of ignorance, a misplaced embrace,
For meaningful dialogues, it's a crucial space,
To unravel complexities, a need to face.
Acknowledging privilege, disparities clear,
Can pave the way for empathy's sincere,
Participating in conversations, an essential art,
To bridge divides, and heal each heart.
So let's not shy away from what must be discussed,
Let's dismantle barriers, in equity's trust,
For understanding race, it's a step we must take,
Towards a world where justice isn't at stake.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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