I’m procrastinating again,
(writing nonfiction is a tough gig)
and leave my writing to peruse my Facebook
where last month, there were nothing but posts
about abuse, domestic violence and Ray Rice.
I had nothing to post — not that I didn’t have
something to say about growing up with
blackened eyes —
except to say Happy Thanksgiving!
This month, it’s all about race and Cosby, discrimination,
police brutality, and Ferguson. I have nothing to post.
Again, not that I don’t have anything to say about
growing up half white with blackened eyes —
except to say Happy Holidays!
Besides, no one ever listens to what I have to say.
Perhaps my apparent apathy is the reason why.
Oh, can’t I just sit on my couch in between
the black and white to watch The Goldbergs,
Black-ish and Fresh off Boat.
Can’t I just skip the news
and sip my Chardonnay.
To watch Jeopardy at 7:00 every night
And write my stories —
Fictional ones with Happy Endings.
Alex Trebek, What is:
I have a dream
Or is it a nightmare?
That I can’t breathe
The same air as you
Oh, can we all get along?
Si se puede. Yes, you can.
And we all lived happily ever after.