Listen.

Please listen, can you do that?

I watch as you mock people who can't speak "perfect" English but are the ones who have created every racial slur used in this country.

Every single day, you make us defend our decency, our humanity, our intelligence, our personhood. You make me explain my right to life.

You are the one's who built this country, on the blood, the backs and bones of people of color, my ancestors and then decided to build Mt. Rushmore-monuments and statues celebrating white men.

I watch as you pick and choose parts of my culture to love but tell me I can't express or be true to it.

Do you see the problem?

This is not an attempt to cause feelings of guilt or shame, no not at all.

Merely a broken flashlight, trying to light up the dark hole of America.

Our world should find tranquility in the amount of diversity it holds; accept and acknowledge.

It's bigger than what you may think of my hair.

It's bigger than power-based violence.

It's bigger than cultural appropriation.

There is something in pretending for your comfort, white sir that needs attention.

The things that cause you to feel the most uncomfortable should make you want to stay uncomfortable until the depths of your soul can understand why.

Look.

I want you to see my dark black skin, my big kinky hair, my round nose, my chocolate eyes, my full lips.

Are you uncomfortable?

Thought so. Good.