"So why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street? When gang banging make me kill a nigga blacker than me? Hypocrite!" – Kendrick Lamar- The Blacker the Berry Listening and re-listening, debating, and listening again, has had me in a frenzy trying to understand where I stand in all the rage. Are we valuing every narrative? How can we call our own ignorant when they are simply telling their stories? How does our debate distract us from the real work of saving our own lives? To begin unpacking, I began to shuffle a flurry of ideas, debasing single stories and recognizing the value of a more complex narrative, that has evolved into three muddled poems because BLACKLIVESMATTER. Part One: Envy The worst of the deadly sins. It's the fear of worthlessness Commitment to deficiency An unresolvable yearning Urgently declaring I am not enough... BLACKLIVESMATTER Mine too? My awkward goofy? My loud disruptive? My nappy jovial? My s...
An exploration of Diversity, Justice, and Sustainability reflections from PLU Student Leaders, Advocates, and Activists. Spring 2021 we are asking contributors to reflect on anti-racism.