I, a white male, just read
a poem by a black female.
One line read, “Remember
what the world is like for
white people…” She’s looking
in and I’m looking out from
within and the windows are
glass blocks. She probably
re-members a lot better
than I and even though
she is “black within,” she
certainly re-members what
the world is like for black
people in a way whites never
could. Whites are so stupid-
ly unreflective almost to
the point of being uncon-
scious. Everybody else knows
us better than we know any-
thing about them or ourselves.
They re-member and we dis-
member. At least I know that.
Oh, and she’s a female, to
boot. That must make her a
gazillion times more aware
than white males, who walk
around nearly comatose.