the world burns
wild
chaotic
flames licking
at my heels
melts amber
encasing me
drop by
precious drop
preferred armor
for fragile sanity
beginning to blur
bubble
fail
primal scream
growing deep
in my gut
barely suppressed
I teeter
one presidential tweet
one revisionist headline
one bigoted Facebook post
away from bursting
supernova
simultaneously
struck by irony
of how protected
how privileged
this life of mine
really is
wearing accident-of- birth
white
female
middle-class skin
with equal parts
grief
shame
self-hatred
relief
I look out
my suburban window
watching mute
while
the world burns. . .
© 2020 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
This was such a powerful write Christine. You have captured the pulse perfectly. 😢
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Thank you Christine- it has been gnawing at me since yesterday, struggling to break free
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I too wrote about it, trying to get my feelings out. In the end I am ashamed of my white skin which connects me to the ugliness out there but is not inside of me. We witnessed a man murdered, crying for his mama, in front of our eyes for an allegedly counterfeit $20. Really? The injustice of it does not leave me. 😢
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Loved it.
“wearing accident of birth” , very true
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Thank you Ian
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Powerful writing
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A very hard hitting poem.
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This is very moving, Christine. I’ve been at a loss to even know where to begin writing about this. Well done.
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Powerful!! I can completely relate to this.
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So heartbreakingly true…beautiful write!
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