It’s a strange terrible world
Where the kids on the playground
Warn each other to be wary,
To not talk to you while your child is playing.
These children, still in single digits
Should not be so afraid of people on the playground
Should not worry so much
Our children should not need to be wary because my skin is a different color,
Because my hair is wrapped in a turban
Because you just can’t trust anyone anymore.
We’ve created a world where the instincts if children
Have been rendered inadequate
Have been considered less than necessary
Have been set aside because you might be wrong.
You might make a mistake.
I dread the day when my child
Learns that he has to be more careful
That he is privileged because his more colorful heritage is masked
By the Nordic looks he inherited from his father.
That, because we have raised him to be
Compassionate and Kind
Fair and Just
Above all else, based on who someone is…
I fear that he will find a day when
He has to defend that which he accepts unconditionally.
Honor above all
And yet, I see hope as he plays with others, bright charming smile
And the kids play with him.
And maybe, this world of hesitation and fear can heal.
Maybe, it all really does start on the Playground
6th March, 2019