This is in response to what happened to George Floyd, may he rest in peace. The story is in the link, the poem is about my friendly UPS Delivery man ~ how I felt when I saw him today. (My country is depressing the hell out of me ~ people are outraged about being asked to wear a frickin’ mask ~ this my friends, demands outrage)
I was Afraid ~ by me 5/27/2020
When he made his delivery today, I wanted to ask him if he is afraid, but I was afraid that I would offend him.
When he made his delivery today, I wanted to offer him something, to ease my pain, but I was afraid.
When he made his delivery today, I wanted to hug him, but I was afraid.
When he headed back to his UPS truck, I wanted to shout to him, “Be Careful,” but I was afraid.
When he left to continue making his deliveries, I was afraid.
I am not afraid of him, I AM afraid for him.
I am afraid that nothing that I will be able to accomplish in my lifetime will change the racism that weaves a path of death and destruction.
Here’s the story about what just happened to George Floyd, may he rest in peace.
https://www.nytimes.com/…/george-floyd-minneapolis-death.ht…
(The following is not mine, but rings true for me)
I’m not black, but I see you.
I’m not black, but I hear you.
I’m not black, but I’ll stand with you.
I’m not black, but I mourn for you.
I’m not black, but I mourn with you.
This is so true. In your own words and the one not in your own words. I love them both!