We honor corrupt philanthropists
and learn the history of White America
through White Spectacles.

Our faculty’s White Faces gleam in projector lights,
their White Hands are tainted by chalk dust
and Expo markers,

and surely they understand the implications of education,


my heart hurts

as brown hands serve dollops of food
and swipe our cards;

as white hands cut vibrant ribbons commemorating vibrant White Money;
brown eyes exchange understanding for a fleeting moment before looking the other way.

They pass with
emblems of late night grease
plastered above their hearts--
wear your uniform with pride, no one grumbles.

My hurt hurts

yet I know

the condition of my little heart

is not enough
to abate an issue
larger than CMU itself.