If We Get Pulled Over…

If We Get Pulled Over…

If we get pulled over, I hope I'm driving. 

I hope I'm driving because my husband’s beautiful full blood skin and stoic stare may be too much for a cop to bare. 

I hope I'm driving because I fall just a few shades lighter on the criminal scale…

Because when they approach the vehicle they'll see me – sitting there – hoping, for the first time in my life, that I appear…white. 

I'd explain how a member of my family serves alongside them…

I might even drop their name – so they may clearly hear the white there. 

And with these defenses in place,

I would pray my half white privilege would be enough to shield my other skin from deadly assumptions. 

With my hands gripping the wheel, I'd be cursing myself for hiding…myself. 

But I would. 

I would because all the while I'm acting as white as possible, Diamond Reynold’s video of her fiancé’s last moments would be seared to my retinas – just as that moment is to hers.

These are the thoughts looping in my mind…

All this to prepare – stay alive…survive. 

Survive - it's all we've been doing for over 500 years…

...I'm tired of surviving. 

It's time we live. 

 

Colorism In Indigenous Communities

Colorism In Indigenous Communities

To Write Poetically Or Imaginatively About What I Know of the Work of Erika Wurth

To Write Poetically Or Imaginatively About What I Know of the Work of Erika Wurth