Hate this Honkey

Hate this Honkey
by Sarazann Greenwood

Call me Cracker
Pale skin and pale eyes
Define lying eyes this pale soul
Call me Honkey
Texas girl wrapped in KKK clothes
Hit up from the toe up lack of melanin
Call me Rebel
Standing in no one’s army
Fighting flag symbol of treachery
Call me Caucasian
What?! A Jew, a Mick, a Wap
Different cultures same skin
Call me Believer
God’s spray of color and war
Different lands pleading eyes

Free us, God! Free us from hatred!
No, dig this, my brother,
Listen to my cracker jive

Hate, I say hate with every breath in the soul God gave you.
That’s the power, that’s the depth of human, soul power.
Trembled eyes see the hate, love the hate, marvel at the hate,
feel the hate, want the hate, need the hate.
Feel this supremacy, this energy, this bloodlust, this Hate.

This cracker skin, this green eye, this last remembrance of a history, hate this vessel, this walking corpse, hate me.
Hate this KKK, bed sheet wearing, serial killing, child molesting, rampaging school shooter. This satanic cult loving, piece of rich Honkey shit, cattle rustling, banshee in the night of slave owning pain, Hate me.

Free us? God? Can we breathe without hate? Can we survive peace? Could we live one moment in our lives breathing this beauty, living this blessed beauty of God’s embrace?

Could we love the hate?
Could we drop our swords of culture and equality and stop? Stop to see the difference, the black, the white, the yellow, the red, the brown?

Could we see people instead of color?
See that hopeful painting of sacred light and shadow unfold? Can we define our lives on humanities terms? Can we believe? Believe this power this enchanting human mystery of souls long dead ringing our ear of perspective segregation?

Can we see beyond seeing? Hope beyond dreaming? Love beyond knowing? Feel beyond understanding?
Can we feel this hate?
Yes.