Wishful Thinking

The police are killing us, The people are beating us, The government is oppressing us, And all the world looks on. You define us as “other,” You attack a part of our identity, You treat us as less, And when we tell you to stop, You call us “sensitive snowflakes.” Sometimes the abuse is unbearable. Can you even imagine a world where people want to murder you for your skin? Can you imagine a world where people steal your wages because you look different? Can you imagine a world in which you have no place? Can you imagine living every day of your life in fear that hate you enough to kill you? I cannot speak for others, But I think about it often. I close my eyes, and I see a world that wants me dead. I close my eyes, and I see my broken body in a dark forgotten alley. I close my eyes, and I lose my love for others. I lose my love for me. I don’t want to be feared, nor do I want to be afraid of others. I hate those who hurt me, but I want them to be better so that I can stop. I want to be able to walk alone without thoughts of being stabbed, shot, or beaten entering my head. I want a place where I feel welcomed and not seen as a stranger. I want a world where I can be at peace.