An Internal, Infernal Refugee
Main Entry: ref·u·gee
: an individual seeking refuge or asylum; especially : an individual who has left his or her native country and is unwilling or unable to return to it because of persecution or fear of persecution (as because of race, religion, membership in a particular social group, or political opinion)
We’re all Americans and this is a melting pot – especially when they need something from us: Cannon Fodder, an image (Willie Horton) to help win an election; here comes the “Magical Negro,” the “Bagger Vance,” the “Oprah,” who’ll co-sign all manner of foolishness and be paid handsomely for it.
The eyes say it: ‘why you keeping me out, or in…HELL?’
The eyes bleed out: ‘I’m human, can’t you see?’
Privilege subtracts humanity. Nobody’s in a rush to retrieve it.
Perhaps there is a mathematical equation that aptly demonstrates it.
A news anchor said it the other day; CNN reported yesterday, that a “refugee” from Katrina was shot to death in Kentucky.
In his death he was stripped of his citizenship, named an outsider, a non-American, which of course, he always was.
But its nice to have your feelings validated by the media.
I left my country long ago, though my body remains captive in Amerikka. I belong to somewhere else, to my imagination, my art. But America – HELL NO! This isn’t my spiritual home.
“Just because you cook eggs in the oven doesn’t make them biscuits.”