Y, Alexis. Malcom X

Malcolm X.

Alexis Y.

Maybe

I was approached by someone they were almost perfect but I rejected them

“ Learning about Malcolm X’s mother and her bias towards lighter skinned children encouraged me to think about biases regarding race that I think is often ignored or disregarded. This poem depicts someone in the middle of self reflection about their prejudice against black people. In the end, they decide that it is not worth further thought. ”

Reflecting within I have found something strange, black people are less attractive to me. It’s just a preference. That’s what I say but

Why? I don’t know

Maybe that’s how it gets us Ideas seep into our subconscious, Latent prejudices just on the horizon giving us the right amount of plausible deniability So that we can say “I’m not racist” “I’m not sexist” “I not ...”

Maybe...

Then my mind wanders to the media, modern fashion trends, stereotypes, keeping my blood pure, wanting my kids to have good hair, whatever excuse I can think of.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not racist, it’s just my preference it is what it is.