Why I was late today, and will probably always be late as a black woman
Liz Morgan

This makes me feel so many things:

Annoyance with our brothers and sisters who feel impervious to the law until the law shows up.

Acknowledgement to the author after having experienced similar interactions myself.

Embarrassment for the situation where most of the blue eyes (and the law for that matter) would easily believe that you would know your harasser (even if they heard the harassment) because you sat near them and the color of your skin.

Appreciation for the non-POC’s in the comments above that understand the author’s message.

Sadness for the commenters who don’t understand the poem’s purpose, choose not to understand her dilemma (maybe they’re incapable?) and continue to focus on the trivialities and not the point.

Pride for the author and her ability to illustrate what she was feeling (and most importantly why) in the situation.

This was beautifully written and unfortunately the reality of black American life. For each of us that move forward there are more that are stagnant and resentful, but in many eyes, there is no difference. While the man’s actions were irritating and his advances not welcome, the result should not be ending up in the hands of the police. Especially in the current climate.


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