Systematic Fatigue

The other day I made a post

That compassion fatigue has gotten the best of me

Then someone corrected me

And said what’s really testing me

Is more systemically

Pragmatically

I agreed

I’m so god-damn tired of these systems

Malfunctioning

Taking the dysfunction that these children were born in

And exacerbating the situation even further

Further down the rabbit hole they go

Falling through the cracks:

Cracks of Schools

Group homes

Foster homes

Public Health

Private health

Mental health

Until they land —smack—rock bottom

Sleeping on concrete streets

System fatigue has gotten the best of me

But won’t get the rest of me

Because I’m preserving that

To do whatever I can

In my scope

To advocate and fill in the cracks

My ex called me a purple squirrel

In the work world

That’s someone highly valued yet rare and hard to find

I have the passion, will and power, in addition I have the mind

People like me, willing to endure hard work to fulfill all the title’s meant to be

Shouldn’t be

Praised

This shouldn’t be going out of the way

It should be the standard

If everyone did their part

There’d be less socio-political cancer

Excuse me for my candor

These are just the memoirs of someone who fell through cracks

Trying to pick the pieces up and give it all back

It takes a village to raise a child

And we’ve all been broken children before

So to see them is to see us

And every one of us needs to remember that

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Black women

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Black women

Well rounded, aside from our bodies being well-rounded

As strong and stable as the earth

Yet adaptable to change we break form

Like our hair,

We are able to manipulate ourselves

Into whatever we need to be for the day

The silent warrior

Doing all the work in the background

Not worrying about what she looks like in the forefront

I need you

I need you to be able to look however the fuck you want

Declare that you are here, as you are, whether anyone likes it or not

Your presence is too present to be silenced

Look every side-eying person

In their eyes

And let them know you see them

You see them intolerant of anything outside of their monotone, clone features

Monochrome skin, seeing anything outside of them as weaker

No need to be a teacher

To anyone and everyone that doesn’t have the capacity to hear

Our strength brings them fear

Marginalizing us in society because they can’t stand to bring us near.

So you say that you’re offended…

judgment

So because we acknowledge a societal issue

We are being offensive?

Since when was white privilege a prejudice?

Since when did you have to suffer or falter because of your “condition?”

You treat your privilege like a caste system

“It was something I was born into”

Born into it or not  -there’s no excuse

Just because it makes you a little uncomfortable sitting with the truth?

Since when can you appropriate our culture?

Tell me when things can be funny and when the joke is over?

“Good intentions” is no excuse

For being careless with what you say and mindless with what you do

Victimizing yourself, but you say “we” are victims

Calling it reverse-racism because you cannot accept criticism

Ignorance is not bliss, as much as a blowjob isn’t a kiss

So think twice about what you say to someone before you even think to part your lips