Back to Africa
I told you that I didn’t ask to be here
And you told me to go back to Africa
Blind in ignorance
Smug in privilege
Your words betrayed your heart
Bound by ignorance
Gagged by privilege
I had to bite my tongue
I wanted to rage about my stolen history
I wanted to cry about my broken identity
But I had to let you think you got the best of me
Because I couldn’t bear the reproach of pointing out the worst in you
The worst in you
Your true colors shining through
The room fell silent
Were they co-signing your violence?
I fell silent
And pretended to shrug off your act of violence
The Armchair Commentary 