"The First White President" by Ta-Nehsi Coates
Just got finished reading Ta-Nehsi Coates 4-part article "The First White President" and in the wake of an overwhelming amount of white supremacist coming out of the closet, this article couldn't have come at a better time because it details the power of whiteness. He puts the current President of the United States in a seat in which many seem uncomfortable to place him in even when he uttered “grab ’em by the pussy” and demanded the birth certificate of the first black President Barack Obama. The seat is that of white supremacy.
What Coates does in his article is just as the title states, he explains how Donald Trump is the first white president of the United States. This is interpreted to mean that Trump is the first president to win because of his skin color independently.
Coates attaches Trump's victory not only to the white working class, as politicians and others have done, but to white people within every economic class. Thus leading us to the unequivocal conclusion that white supremacy is deeply rooted in this country with no intentions of leaving until we address it with the same level of intensity it emits. Any level of white supremacy needs to be dealt with and not forgiven or passed off as something else because I surely do not want another "white" president.
A vibrant beautiful red rose
I lay attempting rest as the thought of you fills my mind
There were many options but you were the one I chose
As though it was fate for me to pick you even if I was blind
Rising out of bed, the suns light fills my body
Winds sneak into my room singing joyfully
I feel it to be a good day yet outside appears foggy
My phone rings, her name appears thankfully
We meet but her peddles have fallen
Thorns alone now cover her
Begging me to stay away as though the heart I once had was stolen
The thorns grow as I get closer
Puncturing my body blood cover every inch of my skin
Holding you as I slowly drift off for I have already died within
Millions of men and women smashed together
Forced into a corner even before birth
With expressions of worth you risk being a martyr
Elbow to elbow, head to toe
Oxygen must be low for they hear only one voice
Nothing but a ploy, acting like they can't see past the afro
We know it's you that made that choice
Millions of people yet they see one mask
Do we dare ask why their mentality lags
Saluting their flag yet here lays this simple task
We are more than a mask, we have our own individual swag
More than those numbers they blindly trust
More than the lust they eye our women with
More than the years of myths that are covered with rust
Your nose is a big nose
women envy the luxury you acquire
from its placement.
Its small beauty awakens your true beauty
bringing people to your eyes,
warm and brown
they are Medusa’s reincarnation
leaving my mind blank,
my movements frozen.
Accenting your plump cheeks
I foolishly missed.
Your hair cut
no longer hides them
Your body is a slim body
connected by a
hormone activating path
covered with soft smooth skin,
your olive body flirts with your assets.
Unchained and free
they move as they please,
you question their size
while I idolize.
In between rests a cherished container
that I wish to fill
You are complete,
now you cast your spell
and take over.