Letter to the “Editor”
To the one whose name I do not know….
I’m grateful for the life that’s been given to me,
the events which were set in motion to mold me,
and the people you’ve set in place to show me
While I ask that you excuse me if things aren’t quite clear,
I hope you recognize my sincerity.
Although I ask you to forgive me if I don’t quite get it,
at least I acknowledge your existence.
I’ve been given
Names, stories and images I don’t believe,
told I can’t be friends with people who aren’t just like me,
told that there’s only one. Maybe not, maybe so,
and that 99% of the world is doomed to go,
to a place that no man would ever wish to tread,
while just 1% gets to live happily.
Names, stories and images I can’t believe,
Genocide was justified cause “they” wouldn’t receive.
told that “they” were mistaken, and “cleansing” they did need,
and that somehow you approved of their “holy” deeds.
I was raised to be, part of that 1%,
but my eyes were opened by people who’d contradict,
things which were imposed on me, by that 1% (you follow?)
I’ve met people from, the other 99,
who’ve shown more kindness toward their fellow human beings,
than any 1% person that I’d ever seen.
Times when the 1% would look away,
the 99, would choose to stay.
When the 99 would have arms open wide,
the 1% ,would stand on the other side,
aggressively, denying the 99:
claiming that somehow still,
they were in the right.
I used to feel confused,
but now I feel my truth.
Help as I strive to rise,
above it all to get to you.
Above all the noise,
Above the politics, the lust for control,
the messages that assert superiority.
The things that corrupt the message.
To the one whose name I cannot speak…
I’ll do good in this life that you’ve bestowed to me,
and live in such a way, that others will see.
How good you’ve been.
Grace & Peace,
From Aspiring Humanitarian, Relando Thompkins, MSW