In light of the situation at Mizzou, I’ve decided to share a piece I’ve been working on for some time now. Its not finish, and it’ll probably change again, but I think it represents the experience of every black student at PWIs across the country.
Outwardly jaunting, you come for an excursion of life.
A major decision to major in your vision but,
Affirmative action has already drug you by your collar with dollars and not so promising diversity.
You’re here.
The landscape is beautiful. The grass well kept.
Dorms slightly gleaming over the thin line of luxury.
Cafeterias provide a buffet of blind and unconscious served with a multitude of “let’s make them feel at home”.
Oh but those white shadows, they keep you awake.
Those white shadows ease their way into position.
Position themselves before you on a platform of privilege.
Privilege they just can’t seem to grasp with any of their God given senses.
Oh, those white shadows.
They crowd your blackness with thoughts of burden, exception, and rejection.
They hover your hints of humanity with the beams of their supreme choice.
A choice to attend.
A choice to let you in.
A choice to let you succeed.
A choice to let you breathe.
Oh, those white shadows.
They smother you with their unnecessary desire of power.
They smack you with their carefully worded racial comments.
They kill you with their bare eye.
The same eye that sees you.
The same eye that knows themselves.
The same eye that witnesses what they lack.