when – a poem

when

when
will we stop
excusing
the ignorance that passes
for innocence
the buffoonery
that dilutes
the existence of greatness
within
when
will it stop
these embarrassing displays
of self-mutilation
this thinly disguised
self-hatred
these
out of proportion denials
of truth
we freeze
the idiot box
on stations that carry
caricatures of nature
we slap nonsense
between two covers
and call it a book
we ignore our elders
disdain their advice
and make a mockery
of love

when will it cease
and desist

we call for
revolution
and wait for others
to change
our glass houses
are full of cracks and holes
a Wise One said
be the change you wish to see
but i guess the memo
wasn’t passed around

when will we be
at ease
and safe
in our skin

when will we stop believing
that different
means
inferior
that darkness is
a curse
that the streets
love us
and go home

when will we make a home
of acceptance
stop rejecting our youth
and deepen our roots

when
will we
be free

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