Blessed with the Privilege and a Burden
What does a burden bring the opportunity of?
Pale skin on a blue speck.
You see it’s all a matter of scale. The borders we create in our hearts and minds translate to the borders we create of land and province. The fear we hold within our body expresses itself through the actions we choose to take. Each piece of the puzzle falling into its place divided from the others and bound by state. Each part indulging in the beliefs and virtues that benefit its own posture rather than the entirety of each of their existences as a whole. Perspective creates boundaries for creation, consciousness expands its view beyond those boundaries and comprehends it.
I am cold, conniving, ruthless; a demon bearing no name. I am the roots of your problems and the bane of existence. I am my skin and eye color; the type of hair I grow has no culture. The business I have created has turned one against the other; it has created a system of discomfort, a fear of the unknown. The history I have written, altered, to skew reality; to insinuate question amongst the masses. The privilege I have taken for myself as I retaliate against any who oppose me. The appropriation of others is my means of financing this war. My ability to strike down any that may see fit to stand for theirs has been honed by the beliefs of my forefathers. I am my forefathers. I am the heathen that claims to be “the man”. I am a part from the whole and of it. I reflect the inability of us all to communicate. The scattered papers across many a desk have been rejected by me, due to the red tape and legislation I have skillfully enforced for centuries. Drawing borders and guidelines for the sheep in their pen. I am the “white man” on the 21st century planet, Earth.
To upset you even further, the author of this is in fact a pale skin man. I am a first generation American with no stake in the racial tension this country feels and expresses in every moment. My forefathers were terrible people; although they deemed their cause just, hind sight shows us that all peoples of this blue speck have made terrible decisions. We have all led ourselves and each other to a place of resentment and shame on a global… nay, on a multiversal scale. We are the black sheep of creation, edging our way towards self destruction and realization of physical mortality. Placing our energy within someone else’s power so as not to take responsibility for the actions we have accepted; our own and others. Claiming ‘xyz’ to be the reason ‘abc’ has a gender.
