Little things

When looking through a porthole

From the seat on a plane

Looking through a microscope

Naked eye on the night sky

Growing inside a woman's belly

Inside my intestine

Covering the ground.

Belong

I have come to understandings and acceptance, but it's not enough.

I'm sent to my room with a glare of disdain, but it's not enough.

I stand up for people who need me to stand by their side, but it's not enough.

I recognize my priveladge, but it's not enough.

I sit silent and listen when those who are silenced by society speak, but that is not enough.

I learn about and participate in social justice events, but it's not enough.

I accept hostility for things my race did that I had no part in, but it's not enough.

Perhaps, the austricised, painful, anxious, depressed, lonely, sad feelings... But it's not enough.