I hear the media
I watch the news
I see the words
Written in anger
Inked in fear
About what has happened
What is happening
To us
But none of it sinks in
I refuse to listen to
The voices of reporters or
Focus on the events or
To read the words written
I want to be isolated
It's so much easier to pretend
That nothing is happening
That everything is right
To not be worried or afraid
To pretend to be blank
And yet with blankness
Comes ignorance and privilege
Because I do not have to be afraid
I am not a minority
I am not in danger.
Everything is remote--
Disconnected from me and
My small reality.
I do not have to be afraid
And yet I think I should be
Because what happens today
Affects me tomorrow
Or after
It is my country
That is heading for another
Internal war
In a place near me
And yet I do not want to know
What is happening
I choose to be ignorant
Because it is easy
I choose to be blank
So I do not have to be
Afraid.
So this is about what's going down in America with Ferguson. I've been trying to avoid the whole issue because I don't want to be appalled by the horrific tragedies going on around my country, hence the above poem. So...yeah. Basically.
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