“In order to decolonize our minds…we must begin to surrender participation in whatever sphere of coercive hierarchical domination we enjoy individual and group privilege…To choose love is to go against the prevailing values of the culture” Bell Hooks
Leaving The Circle I Jump Cannonball Style Into The Center Hitting Hard with My Words“It Sucks Being White” My Wet White
Water Words Wound Hitting Hard Their Bodies ~ Well, I am Stupid I am Blind My Words Revealing The White Washed Ignorance and
Disconnect From Reality My Anemic Pale Body Betrays Shallow Depths Where Love Must Dive Deeper
She
Is Not Stupid
She
Is Not Blind
She
Understands
She
Stops Me
She
Sees
She
Speaks
She
Starts
Her Words
Radiating
Color Filled
Fullness
Reality
Her
Blood Rich
Body
Revealing
Rooted Depths
Where Love
Dives Deeper
I go Under shallow waters of My White Fragility Unconscious I Float On the Surface
Holding the Circle
She Jumps
Life Guard Style
Into the Center
Holding Hard
The Surface
Of
My White
Broken Fragility
Her Truth
Tearing Tender
Words
Pull Me
From
The Center
Of the Circle
She Breathes
Life
Into
My Body
I suck deeply
Her fierce
Defense
Of Love
Brings
Healing
To the
Pain
I have
Caused
In
Our Circle
Her Words
Floating
Diving
Saving
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