This is Why We Struggle

We want to believe that change is possible – that bigotry could dissolve in love – that we could evolve into beings that needed not constant encouragement from above to simply nourish each other rather than tear each other down – that we could give up the internal need to be the one that wears the crown –

– this is why we fight,

this is why we struggle –

we go on changing what racism means to us, to keep each other out of trouble,

believing it’s okay that Lincoln made nigger jokes because he set our people free,

pretending I didn’t care that my white grandfather couldn’t stand the sight of me,

realizing that tribalism has gripped the whole of the world in its grasp, allowing ancestral genes to line the logic of our hate, blaming DNA for the progression of our fate.

The world is not color blind – it’s easier to hate than love, because hate festers like a disease whose symptoms aren’t always clear, and love needs to be nurtured incessantly lest it withers and disappears.

The only way to choose to play our part in the struggle, is to tear down the walls we’ve built around our hearts – to be vulnerable to the venom of bigotry that seeps into our pores through words we’ve grown too loose with like “us” and “them,” and call it out as if our house is on fire, shouting that we are nothing without each other – sinners everyone of us and in need of the support that only sister and brotherhood can heal –

our original sin is forgetting that our creator, whether organic or supernatural, is still the creator of us all – whether you take the molecular or the vedantic approach, we all suffer with the same illusory expectations,

believing that because we think it, it is real –

– but our minds are the culprits that constantly want to divide instead of unite –

at some point we have to relent and let our hearts have a stake in this fight.

About the author

I am a King without a Kingdom, in a world with many masters, wrapped in the spoils of a jealous heart, and my people’s callous laughter.


    1. The beauty in diversity is lost in the fear of losing ultimate authority, whether religious morality or economic superiority, it all just seems so… stupid. But it’s part of the glory of our world, where anything you think can be possible… for better or worse.

  1. Very true. I disagree that love needs to be nurtured incessantly, nurtured yes, but incessantly I question. You are right though that hatred seems to fester on its own, and sadly too often its eruptions cost lives. I have never claimed or wanted to be colorblind. I embrace color. The lack of color in some places offends me. It’s a rainbow world. 🙂 Good to see a new one from you. I have a new one too I hope you are well.

  2. “The world is not color blind”

    No individual is truly color blind either. That’s impossible because we can only see what our eyes tell us and the color of one’s skin and their gender are features that are the first and most discernible about an individual. The question is what do we do, how do our brains process the information our eyes feed into them. As you say hate is easier than love. But all we can do as individuals is to keep trying in our lives, in our individual spaces, to see that skin color and gender are not defining characteristics. Each individual is much more than those two qualities and it’s everything else that matters far more.

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