there’s something about

there’s something about
walking out
of a motel
in the middle of the night
that makes people uncomfortable

there’s something about
being brown
with a full beard
and having sad eyes
that makes people uncomfortable

there’s something about
screaming loud
and they can’t hear
when things aren’t right
that makes people uncomfortable

there’s something about
being brown
in a motel
when things aren’t right
that makes people uncomfortable

“there’s something about”
©Steven Cuenca

4 thoughts on “there’s something about

  1. Sometimes simplicity is the best way to write a poem. I hate racism; I understand it from an outsider’s perspective. Sometimes I feel that way, though I’m not “brown”. Like, I walk around when I’m sad, and I see people’s faces turning hard at me. It’s interesting to me why that happens. I think on that particular note, if you’re sad, people naturally look at you differently. But I also understand the bias. When I was young, I never was around people of color so I tensed up and got afraid. It wasn’t until I found my best friend, who’s half black, and then started attending a Black Church that I realized it was silly.

    From the other side, white people are trained to be afraid of black neighborhoods. Like, we’re taught to lock our car doors. Me, I blast my Christian music through them now because I know they’re no different. It also occurred to me that my backwoods town might be as dangerous. There are meth labs and stuff here, and some pretty sketchy people. So, I just figured there are good and bad people everywhere.

    It’s a good poem.

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    1. Wow, what a response. Thank you so much for reading! Also, thank you for your honesty. I still tense up around people, black, white, or brown.

      I walked out of a motel last night towards town, and people gave me, ‘the look.’ I almost wanted to apologize for spooking them at the moment. But instead of apologizing, I hummed a little poem/song to myself, and it built into this piece.

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      1. Your welcome! I especially liked your other poem about your father. I read that, but decided to comment on this one instead because it was your most recent.

        It’s sad that we live in a world like this, but I’m still thinking about the motif of how the birds sang.

        You’re a good poet. Keep writing. I like your stuff!

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  2. This is beautifully written. It break’s my heart that this is true. People can’t get over skin color – their reaction is to become instinctively suspicious and uncomfortable. It shouldn’t be this way. This is 2018.

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