CameraA Poem by Faye DonnellySeeing the effect of a camera.Where’s the camera pointing now? That’s all that matters right? We only care when we can see it. Hear it. Feel it. It feels real. The screams. The bullet shots. The shoes as they hit the pavement running. The children shrieking covered in blood and gas. The fires in the street. The signs and fists in the sky. But in the background, The youth sits in their rooms isolated from the sun and happiness. Women’s rights are stripped away. Asian Americans are spit upon for a pandemic with their culture slipping into a white hand. Families are held at the border of the “land of the free” in cages. Members of the rainbow flag are fetishized and “converted.” Native Americans tribes disappear from legality. Disabled ones are shunned and mocked. And African Americans cannot live without the fear of bullet holes. The camera isn’t pointing there though, so why does it matter? I guess it doesn’t. We won’t remember anyways. © 2020 Faye Donnelly |
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Added on June 2, 2020 Last Updated on June 2, 2020 Tags: human rights, women, African Americans, refugee, Native American, Asian American, Muslim, school, children, stereotypes, change Author
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