White Guilt

Knees asphyxiate. People demonstrate. I procrastinate.

I have been scared to do my duty, to open myself to scrutiny, to join in with the mutiny.

What if I say the wrong thing? What could my opinion bring? Who am I to wade in?

I find all the excuses, to justify my muteness before George Floyd's execution.

I cannot find a reason and sorry won't undo this, so now I listen, read and process.

My voice will not be equal, it will not understand the anger of living your life in danger.

But I promise to be louder, to speak up not only now but always, forever and after.