The Darkness underneath white skin
My silence protects me from being consumed by the desperate pulsating waves
That run down the inside of my chest and stomach
This run away train has been eroding my inner landscape for as long as I can remember
It is mysterious and powerful
When I dare to take a stand, my actions dissolve into silence and I sink into a paralysis of numbness and chaos
I hide in the dark, lonely, night where I pray for survival
I am imbedded into the furniture of a room where I won't be seen
Hidden from the eyes of those who won't gaze through me
I am not to be found out
I reside in obscurity to protect the fragility
Of my delicate psyche
That I've learned to hide
And I run as fast as I can from it
This is my cross to bear
It feels ancient and is bigger than me
It is who I am and more
Today I saw a slight reflection of that haunted area
My protective shield that has guarded this place inside that I've had no stomach to see, hear or feel has cracked
I stumbled upon that part of me that I've been fleeing
This dark side, the scared, wicked, violent part of my self
Where the soul was in some way betrayed or violated
Where humanity gets turned upside down sometimes into heartlessness
We lose our connection to spirit
Love becomes a stranger
I have been trapped on this jagged, twisted road with no outlets
As I dip my toe in this murky pool somewhere in the crevice deep in the bowels of my being
I realize not just the empty space it leaves inside but the incomplete picture of the world I live in
This unattended apocalypse that has taken over all levels of space inside of me
From the top all the way to the bottom
It has grabbed me from behind whenever I try to make a move
It yanks me backwards and slams me down at all times in all places
I fall down, fall short, when I need to speak and put up
I am not who I thought I was or who people think I am
All the times I gave passes to racist, homophobic, anti-trans, and other white centered, white privileged comments
Because I was too scared.
It will take courage to suck in my breath and stand face to face with my gutter twin brother
Long before I arrived he was born
Who I allowed to plague me every day
And I shrink and constrict
My heart closes off
My entitlement - arrogance - racism - come to life
And I accept the concept of scapegoating marginalized populations
How could I live joyously when I am open only to a partial reality?
I believe we are all under this spell
It is our dark side
Gift wrapped in white skin
My dreams at night tell me to speak up to shout out loud
That we are all guilty of this crime
When I am just about to make this powerful public announcement
I feel a tightly placed vise grip on my chest that in a jolting shocking manner, pulls me, back shutting me up
I believe until we set ourselves free from this dark force that silences us from speaking truth about our insecure attachment to white privilege and power, we won't experience true joy. I believe joy is the real essence of life. You can't buy that. And if each one of us does our own internal exploration of our "dark side," then as a collective whole we can end hatred, bigotry, racism, trans and homophobia. We can make this world a better place.
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