White man, be quiet!

White man, be quiet

I am not your problem

You recoil at my vibrations

Disturbed by the frequency I project

Viewing my "animated" spirit as a threat

You command—lower my volume

To soften my  edge

But I am not your problem


When my joy ascends in a cafe,

Or my truth rings through a restaurant,

Your gaze attempts to colonize the air

You watch, you judge, you police

But I am not your problem


You offer "advice" like a seasoned master

Hungry for the hushed, the submissive

You have a long history of pain

Yet you look at me and see fault

I am not your problem.


You stole native soil

Indoctrinated their youth

You carry a lineage of Jim Crow

So when the sound of my voice reaches you

Hold your tongue

Pay your debt in silence


Shut the fuck up

I am not your problem













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