How Privilege Works in Murder

RIP Robert Emanuel “Bobby” Franks
1904–1924

Nobody would have cared
if they were brown,
disable or a woman.

 

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Earth’s Daughter

How can you not love

the melanin the gods of Earth have

blessed me with? Even the sun was

jealous it couldn’t pierce through me.

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Didn’t mean to– and no this isn’t a sorry. I wasn’t trying to come off like

that, rude. I–It’s just, connecting is really hard, especially when you feel

alone. I didn’t stop trying though, maybe not hard enough. See, I use to think I

was afraid of connecting to people, now I’m just scared of them leaving. Why

wasn’t the connection strong enough to stay?

— Day Sibley

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Do you love me?

There was a plea in your eyes

a choking sob

you caught in your throat.

I always thought I would be the one

to ask you those frightening questions

of doubt

insecurity.

The plan was never for anyone to get hurt

I’m sorry

for the pain I will cause your heart.

How cruel of me

to ruin a beautiful day

under the sun.