Wicked
I heard you say, “I don’t have a racist bone in my body,”
And I believe you
Except racism is not stored in the bones
It matriculates in the heart
Flows through the blood
Then corrodes the mind
Eventually spewing its way out of the mouth
Manifesting itself into the form of hatred
That energy is then used to reinvigorate
The wicked hearts
The wicked hearts of those who share those same core beliefs
Like the monsters that killed Breonna Taylor
The wicked heart like the cop’s wife that called me
A terrorist when I was 10 years old
The cycle continues
Racism is still alive
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