I see colour every day.
I see it in the way that people look at me,
I see it in the comments that people make.
I see it in the way it enters a room before I do.
I see it in the way it's speaks my worth and place in society, before I can say a word.
I see it in the way it tells the story of my ancestors and the injustices they faced.
I see it in the bleeding, dying man, lying on cold pavement under his oppressors knees.
I see it in every plead for justice each broken State demands, as its requests are tear-gassed and violently hindered.
I see it in the life-sentences dished out in response to disproportionate crimes,
I see it in the wrongfully convicted brothers and sisters.
I see it in the comfortable lives lived by my white friends and allies.
I see it in spaces made in the corporate world for the white girl who is just like me, but white.
I see it in the ways my mother warns my brother as he leaves the house at night,
I see it in the ways my father begs me to not move to the United States.
I see it in the eyes of George Floyd and in the limp of Ahmaud Arbery,
I see it in the sneers of white supremacists.
I see it in the declaration that "all lives matter", when only one is at stake.
I see it in the blind optimism that racist ideologies and systematic injustices are in no way as bad as what our grandparents faced
I see it when I ask God "why?"
I see colour everywhere I step my feet.
yes,
I see colour every time I look at me.
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