Summer in Autumn

it is summer
in autumn
because climate change
is only a hoax
when you are
a millionaire
and your head
has been crushed
by the paper
you made
underpaying
the women
that sew

for the rest of us
it’s wildfires
and tsunamis
while
you set
a nature reserve
on fire
to reveal the genitals
of your baby
like gender
is still a thing
worth celebrating
instead of
a bunch of cells
sticking together
in a womb

i take of my shirt
and look at the brown
leaves on the curb
wondering when
we all die
in mother nature’s
final attempt
to salvage the planet

White Privilege

his skin is
beautiful
but he speaks
of the colonialism
that’s embedded
in it and
the oppression
he was born
from

his skin is beautiful
but his mother
preferred the
milky white tones
of the other boy
she birthed
and made sure
he knew it

his skin is beautiful
but the white man’s
ignorance
is grand

he tells me he works
in what his
white peers
call ‘the exotic room’

this makes me want
to cry
fragile white tears

his skin is beautiful
but i don’t dare
tell him that
after the talk
we just had
my whiteness
wrapping its
hands around my
throat and squeezing
so hard
that my
vocal chords
fall out

I wasn’t aware of my own ignorance and privilege until I talked to this boy. I have posted some tools on how we as white people can become an ally to our black communities. Racism exists everywhere, even in a country that I thought was pretty liberal. I am Dutch and the more I learn about our country’s history, the more I realise I know nothing. Stay safe, be kind and keep and open mind and heart. Listen.

Howl

it rains all day
we call it poetry
as we soak in it
marching for
our mother
the one we pollute
and rape
with machines
that penetrate deep
into her core
and we still
have the audacity
to call home

enough is enough
we say
and we walk
to the beating
of the drum

sometimes a wave
of cries washes over the crowd
and the boy next to me

howls
howls
howls

while the girl
pours us tea
to keep
our bellies
warm