One of my friends said the n-word yesterday.
Or, at least, I think she did.
It just flew out of her mouth.
Like a baby bird,
or a flyaway hair,
pulled out of place.
I sat so still.
Too frozen,
for anyone,
to even notice me.
Just another stray snowflake
in a deluge of cold.
I wished her a happy Asian Pacific Islander Desi American Heritage Month,
because maybe she didn’t say it.
But maybe she did.
Or, at least, I think she did.
It just flew out of her mouth.
Like a baby bird,
or a flyaway hair,
pulled out of place.
I sat so still.
Too frozen,
for anyone,
to even notice me.
Just another stray snowflake
in a deluge of cold.
I wished her a happy Asian Pacific Islander Desi American Heritage Month,
because maybe she didn’t say it.
But maybe she did.
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May 22, 2022
I love the elegance and power of this poem. With a few well-chosen words, you deliver a stinging rebuke, a polite but pointed wake-up call. Thank you, Geri!