(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.