Dear white people – Makhadzi Mudzweda
Dear white people:
I don’t even know where to start
In between my busy schedule comprised entirely of surviving white America
There is simply no time to write letters
Besides any letter I write will most likely bring tears to your very eyes and I for one have had my fill of white tears
There are days I think you are not worth my ink, that your whiteness is draining me of too much energy
Can’t give you a taste of tea for fear you’ll colonize the whole kitchen
But today I am too angry to remain silent
Dear white people:
Stop making everything about you and how uncomfortable you are
I honestly don’t care about your comfort level
You have made my very existence and exercise in discomfort
It is time for you to make room at the table
-Better yet go sit in the living room
I am not here to cuddle your feelings-
not here for your amusement
NO you cannot touch my hair
-its not a petting zoo
And stop coming into my office asking for the managers if you are not already looking at one
Dear white people:
Dear white people-
Stop telling me about this “COLOUR BLIND SOCIETY”
-you allegedly live in
-telling me you don’t see race is the racist drivel I hope you choke on
-Telling me you respect me, but don’t see my colour
Is like saying you have to pretend that “I AM NOT BLACK”
In order to respect me
But let me assure you
I AM BLACK ……though there are plenty of things I AM NOT
Like your sassy black friend
Stop saying “hey girl!”
When you see me
You aren’t that slick
I hear the way you talk to Becky and Steve everyday
You sound like vocation on Martha’s Vineyard … where you spent summers waiting in the bitter blue of the Atlantic
How I wish my toes could touch the ocean without stepping on the bones of ancestors
Dear white teachers
Why don’t I know whom my ancestors are
Why is only one part of my history important enough to teach
And for the love of the Creator
Stop swivelling your heads every time slavery is mentioned
… Newsflash, I was not there
And just because I am the only black person in this class
Does not mean you can ask me to speak on behalf of my race
I believe you really care about the opinion of black students when stop shutting down conversations because I call a white student racist
Dear white people:
Why do you hate being called racist more than you hate racism
Why do you listen to Tim Wise over actual black people about the actual black experience
_Dear white people:
Stop using black on black crimes as a reason we should not be outrage by the murder of black people by apartheid system
If a black person kills a black person
they will go to jail
AND THAT IS WHAT WE CALL JUSTICE
When the apartheid kills a black person,,, they will get paid leave
AND THAT IS WHAT WE CALL JUSTICE
Apparently JUSTICE is when a black body dies
Dear white people:
Everytime we write white
We have written it in lowercase letters
because we are tired of you capitalising on our pain
. We are angry
. And raw
. And tired
. And angry
. And raw
. And tired
. And tired
. And tired
But we will not rest because we know the future belongs to those who prepare for it
…..And you have been getting us ready for centuries
Poetry
- A Dog Has Died – Pablo Neruda
- A Moment of Silence – Emmanuel Ortiz
- A Quiet Life – Baron Wormser
- A Reminder – found and slightly edited from the webpage of a Methodist Church
- A Wreath to the Fish – Nancy Willard
- Against the Odds – David Lerner
- Alone – Jack Gilbert
- Another Planet – Dunya Mikhail
- Be Kind, Rewind – Neil Silberblatt
- Big Conversation – Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
- Black Momma Math – Kimberly Jae
- Boplicity or Jimmy Throws a Houseparty for Huey Newton – Daniel B. Summerhill
- Capitol Air – Allen Ginsburg
- Combat Primer – Charles Bukowski
- Crow – Doug Anderson
- Crow Blacker Than Ever – Ted Hughes
- Dear white people – Makhadzi Mudzweda
- Dismiss Whatever Insults Your Own Soul – Walt Whitman
- Do You Know What Today Is? – Danez Smith
- Don’t fall in love with a woman who reads – Martha Rivera-Garrido
- Enriching the Earth – Wendell Berry
- Failing and Flying – Jack Gilbert
- Feel Mo – Michael Korson
- Footprints In Your Heart – Eleanor Roosvelt
- For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in Its Human Feet – Joy Harjo
- Forgetfulness – Billy Collins
- Georgics: Book I excerpt – Virgil
- God – Brian Doyle
- God Says Yes To Me – Kaylin Haught
- Growing Old – Emma Rosenberg
- Half-light – Dāshaun Washington
- Homesick: A Plea for Our Planet – Andrea Gibson
- How Poetry Comes to Me – Ruah Bull
- How She Heard It – Todd Davis
- How to Slay a Dragon – Rebecca Dupas
- I Talked to a Lady – Tanya Howden
- I think every human being – Matt Moberg
- I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel to Be Free -Billy Taylor and Dick Dallas
- If You Knew – Ellen Bass
- Instructions before visiting Earth – James McCrae
- It Happens All the Time – Hafez
- KINDNESS – Naomi Shihab Nye
- Love is Not All – Edna St. Vincent Millay
- Men – Maya Angelou
- Millennium Blessing – Stephen Levine
- my brain and heart divorced ~ john roedel
- My Country – Tony Hoagland
- Ode to Those Who Block Tunnels and Bridges – Sam Sax
- Old Man Eating Alone – Billy Collins
- Pilgrim at Tinker Creek excerpt – Annie Dillard
- Psalm for the Slightly Tilted – Ilya Kaminsky
- Relax – Ellen Bass
- Shoveling Snow With Buddha – Billy Collins
- Sleeping in the Forest – Mary Oliver
- Small Stack of Books – Blake Nelson
- Soliloquy of the Solipsist – Sylvia Plath
- spring – Safia Elhillo
- Squirrel – Lynn Ungar
- Tangled Up In Blue – Bob Dylan
- The Best Poem Ever – Brian Doyle
- The Caveman’s Lament – Brian Bilston
- The Four Noble Truths – Jake Onami Agnew
- The History of One Tough Motherfucker – Charles Bukowski
- The Layers – Stanley Kunitz
- The Long Boat – Stanley Kunitz
- The Moon is Full Tonight – Billy Collins
- The Shyness – Sharon Olds
- The U.N. Headquarters in the High Commissioner’s House in Jerusalem – Yehuda Amichai
- The War Works Hard – Dunya Mikhail
- The World is Both Burning and Blooming – Karen Salmansohn
- To Diego with Love – Frida Kalko
- Tryst with Death – Gina Puorro
- Two poems – Wendell Berry
- Two poems – Yehuda Amichai
- Two-bloods – Rolando Kattan
- Wage Peace – Mary Oliver
- War Primer – Bertholt Brecht
- We are the Trees – J Raymond
- We will meet, don’t be in such a rush – Hala alShrouf
- What I Learned From Listening to a Stutterer – Ellen Zorin
- What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why – Edna St. Vincent Millay
- Who Says Words With My Mouth? – Jalal ad-Din Rumi


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