Must Be Nice

I post this knowing no lines, turns of phrases, or verse structure can come close to addressing the outrage and sorrow over not just the murder of George Floyd, but many things that have been happening over the past years.

I post this with humility, realizing I am one voice in a multitude of people trying to make themselves heard above the noise.

Lastly, I post this knowing that the ultimate reconciliation for all of mankind is found by all of us at the foot of the cross.

“Must Be Nice” by Marc Hosch

It must be nice to be of a certain hue
Where no one will automatically question you
Or wonder if you’re there for bad or good
In the nicer, greener, richer part of the neighborhood.

It must be nice to never have to question
If the way you’re styled or dressed will gain attention,
Causing people to whisper, “Look over there,”
As they try not to point out your curious hair.

It must be nice to be covered in a certain skin
And hate yourself over what you have been given,
Born into a status of which you had no choice,
So you just rail against others like you with your voice.

It must be nice to believe you’re never in the clear,
Oppressed by all except the one looking in the mirror,
Refusing to explore a hard, uncomfortable issue
Because the blame, the answer is within you.

It must be nice to never really have the answers
And let the hate spread and consume like a cancer,
All so we can spin ’round one more time in despair
And shout platitudes to show how much we really care.



Grace and peace.

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