Oppression Olympics: Pitting minorities against each other to state one has worse conditions of oppression over another.

We cannot victimize Black individuals over all minorities.

We cannot say that Asians or Latinos or Native Americans or LGBTQ have it BETTER than Blacks.

Because minorities are all oppressed in DIFFERENT ways.

A cop killing a black man is ONE type of oppression.

A Muslim being called a terrorist is ONE type of oppression

A Trans individual attacked in a bathroom is ONE type of oppression

A Latino individual facing deportation is ONE type of oppression.

If we compare all minorities to each other we SILENCE the numerous injustices happening to HUMANS all around the world.

 

What is Resilience?

Often times we see the result of others’ actions as a short term reprieve to pain, or an escape from a situation.

How come we cannot move past the daily shallowness of our observations?

When individuals hurt, they can feel pain years afterwards…

Sometimes seeking answers to the hurt that has been caused upon you will prevent you from causing the same hurt upon others.

Is that then, shallow? Simply selfish?

What about years from now, when the pain has dulled, and the person understands the consequences of their actions or inaction?

There may be regret if they left something near and dear but be better off mentally.

There may be bitterness if they are left in a situation beyond their control, emotions festering and bubbling out of control.

There is so much more than what meets the eye, for all HUMANS.

Yet, we seek the fastest most easy accessible versions of understanding.

And then, we complain that we have misunderstood.

Isn’t resilience applicable in different forms?

It’s not just simply a choice between resistance or acceptance.

Its a mixture of greys when the world thinks that the difference is just choosing white or black.

 

Where do I Belong?

Where do I Belong?

The feeling of fear

even in supposedly safe spaces

Permeates

Will I ever be authentic anywhere?

Feeling like a Fake

Forcing my politeness

Just surviving on a whim

Where do I Belong?

My gut clenches with anxiety

like a Vice

seeking to destroy comfort

panic blooms in my chest

unease comes over like a tidal wave

Can I ever escape this fright?

Where do I Belong?

What is my true identity?

Where is my home?

When spaces are ravaged

By oppression and injustice

friends become self-serving and ego driven

How can I fit in?

Do I have to craft a mold to survive?

When will I stop being the outsider?

When will I stop seeking for my home?

I feel awkward and unsure

In my own Body

the rights and justices of others

are forgotten temporarily

let me seek my relief

let me escape and find

freedom in my own island

loneliness as a balm

to soothe the ache

left by jagged corners

in ill-fitting spaces

Person of Color
Sometimes I am
So Sick of
the Skin I was Born in
The Oppression
it has Wrought
Upon Me
Perceived
Representation
it takes from me
Humanity
it forgets
Tears
its shed
Due to the Negligence of Others
I Forget
to even be
a person
of color
is a feat
of its own