(or I’m sorry to be “woke”)
So many politicians now put me on their
“block-this-caller” list
I am losing faith that I might help create
a better, greener, more compassionate world.
When I am “canceled” by those I most want
to converse with, I long for my youthful days
when, like in the garden of Eden,
my ignorance was bliss –
back when I had no idea
of the privilege of my white skin
or the blessings of the neighborhood
my parents struggled so hard
to enable their children to live in –
back before “woke” was even a word
back when so many other words,
shamefully, left me undisturbed.
