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Racism and Mental Heath : Poem, Choke


There’s no love here.

no warmth,

no justice,

no peace


only performance.

words that are meaningless

and uttered too late


promises to do better

to be better

promises long made

and seldom ever kept


new policies and outlooks

new trends to play with


the guilt,

it suffocates us all

even those who say it doesn’t

those who deny its existence

they feel it too.

how could they not


the screams keep me awake

(are they mine?)

I don’t remember what sleep feels like.

who could sleep through this


I can feel it

the tension in my bones

in our bones


the fear

buried deep in my heart

in our hearts


the pain

the anguish

the powerlessness of it all


it washes over me

over us


paralysing

terrifying

how exhausting it is,

to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders


survival kicks in

(hasn’t it always)

hope appears in her godly form

her radiance only seen through transfixed eyes

she courses through our veins


the hope

our hope

that a change will come


that the world won’t chew us up and spit us out

like it has always done


let it try -

it will choke on me.


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