I Am Torn In Half: A Poem

I Am Torn In Half: A Poem | Comic Wisdom

I’m not saying it’s good, but I wrote it, and I felt it.  So here you go.  Have some hippie nonsense.

 

 

I am torn in half.

I am torn between the weight of genocide, of homelessness, of black eyes and brown skin

and the sometimes-unbearable burden of whiteness; the guilt; the knowledge that half of my ancestors and their kind ripped apart whole societies of people who looked like my other half.

We did this to us.

We still do this to us.

And in I, the individual, is the very paradox of humanity itself:

that in harming others we are also harming ourselves.

 

If you leave comments consider my fragile delicate feelings, s’il vous plaît.