My skin is white. The body it coats having only drawn breath for 29 years.
What could the mind inside this body truly know?
The eyes my body holds have only seen small corners of the world that my feet walk on.
My head has only rested in the smallest of towns and cities, where simplicity sleeps.
I am young, inexperienced and too privileged for my own good.
Others are old, worn down and have only experienced oppression.
Why is the world we were both born into built to systematically always have a winner and a loser?
When will the loser taste winning?
Why is the loser set-up to lose time and time again, while one win changes a life?
This is the world we live in. It was built on blood, broken systems, sweat and sacrifice.
Not all bad. Not all brave. But all true.
-Cliff
Cliff’s Note: Hear the cry of injustice and do not ignore it. Start there.