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.
Copyright © Haxer Zhan | Year Posted 2021
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