This isn’t a poem or a joke.
This is a confession.
Confession, honesty and repentance are my first steps forward.
From approximately 1985 to 2001
I participated in racist behaviors.
I called black people racist names.
I looked down on black people and laughed at racist jokes.
I was not an ally to the one black student in the graduating class of my high school.
I wish to repent these crimes
in earshot of America.
It took me 45 years to say these words.
It took me 45 seconds to say these words.
A wise poet once said you have to write about the one thing that scares you most.
Maybe this is the first poem I’ve ever written.