Author: Onyx Moore

 

I have a hard time with your rage

It’s not the emotion, for anger is justified and not something to be feared.

No, my struggle comes from the privilege of it.

You rage at a system that protects you from yourself AND from it.

You rage, with sneers and snide comments, at facets of a system constructed to protect you.

You rage, as if you’ve been touched by the slimy, heavy hand of oppression; as if it has been pressing on your neck all your life, but it hasn’t…

And I know it hasn’t because there is no fear to temper your rage.

You speak of anger and breaking down the system and demanding better

And your words aren’t even tinged with self-preservation.

In your rage, I can hear your certainty that your words will be heeded, that your voice will enact change

There is an indignation attached to your rage, as if you ask why you should have to stoop to uttering your requests out loud. Shouldn’t they be met already? Shouldn’t your needs and wants have been anticipated?

When I see rage from the oppressed-as rare as it is- it is intimately entwined with the knowledge that this rage is a death sentence. That RAGE, true righteous burning anger , will inevitably cause their demise. There is fear, wrapped in courage and determination, swaddled in the conscious decision that their rage is worth dying for because they CANNOT LIVE ONE MORE MINUTE WITH THIS SLIMY, HEAVY HAND ON THEIR NECK.

So I have a problem with your rage- because it seems to be one more iteration of your privilege.


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