Why is empathy not enough for you?

I share the source of my oppression,
you spit on it and laugh.
You tell me to get over it,
you tell me to move on.

By the scars are permanent,
the pain is real.
And the people you thought were your friends choose not to see your sadness, because it makes them feel guilty for their past.

I want to feel heard,
I want to feel respected.
I need you to know I have feelings,
and choose not to stomp all over them.

But Instagram makes me feel like my views don't matter.
When people I thought were my friends try to debate my basic human rights in my comment section.
But I can't be the angry black girl.

I'm sick of being passive, to not rock the boat.
I'm not privileged enough to rock the boat.

But I'm tired, I'm so tired.
You wear my blackness like it's a trend
But I've had to be black my whole life.
You cherry pick my culture,
but I'm discriminated for it.
Killed because of it.

So Instagram makes me feel like my views don't matter,
Twitter reminds me the world is on fire,
Snapchat makes me feel isolated and alone.

Social media isn't damaging at all...

I miss my friends.

I never thought I'd have to live through a pandemic and a race war at the same time.