Dear My Racist Friends

By: Anonymous

Dear my racist friends,

You are the reason a black man
spit the words white bitch
on my forehead last week.
You are also the reason
I hesitated to say “black man”.

Dear my racist friends,

You were not born this way
You are the silly putty looking for a mold
Your words bleed from your puppet mouth
controlled by the same hands
that cradled white supremacy.

You are an AED
in a world of resuscitating plantation jokes
and doesn’t that make you feel alive?

Dear my racist friends,

You are a child of ignorance and immaturity,
a student of discrimination and entitlement.
You are the culmination of all things working against racial equality
but blame is dispersed like school kids at the bell
and guilt isn't in your vocabulary.
Yet, you stir the pot of boiling hatred
without understanding who lit the fire and
You cover it with a lid
letting it sit collecting steam and tears
never once realizing that you don't know how to cook.

Dear my racist friends,

You are front of the bus
no empathy
You are all words
no action
You hate more passionately than you love
and that scares me.

You don’t lose yourself in a crowd
because you can’t misplace
something that never existed
but I have learned so much from you.

Dear my racist friends,

Listen to your words
and learn to love yourself.
Earn respect as a paycheck
and give it to the women on the
street with a sign that says
“All men are created equal.”

Dear my racist friends,

You are not my friends
You are my morality’s greatest enemy
but thank you, thank you
for teaching me how to
wipe off the spit from my forehead
and stick out my hand
with the intention for
anyone to shake it.