When you call my mouth’s words my “personal” truth, you negate its place in the “greater” truth.
When you co-opt Others pain and create a false “we”, you are in a vertical not solidarity position.
When your eyes blur with tears and close with inactivity, you can’t see me.
When you nod empathetically and quietly mutter sympathetic platitudes, you kill me.
Some bodies are protected. Some are pathologized.
Some bodies are respected. Some are regulated.
Some voices form the basis of discourse. Some voices are debased and dismissed.
All the black lives matter bumper stickers on the backs of your Priuses will not redeem putting your housework, fine dining experiences, farm labor, and nannying on the backs of the black and brown people in your communities.
When you choose silence in times of louder opposition and oppression, nothing matters.