You’re Not A Racist, But
I’m not saying you’re racist,
but the Venn diagram of
people who are racist
and people who move to my hometown
on purpose
is a goddamn circle.
I’m not saying you’re racist,
but when we drove through
the place you were moving from
and a bus cut us off,
your fiancé yelled
“[Racial slur]-ville! Jesus!”
and you laughed.
I’m not saying you’re racist,
but when your friend said
she couldn’t fuck non-white people —
insisting she wasn’t racist,
she just had “issues” —
you sat there silently
and nodded.
I’m not saying you’re racist,
but if I asked a fortune-telling toy
about this, it would say:
“All signs point to yes.”
And I’m not saying I’m a coward,
but I should have said
all of this
to your face.