Lightning on ocean
slammed shut away
showed me a thing
and not others
I didn't see
hushed words
dark corners
secrets
and us as one for hours until the sun singed our droopy eyes
I didn't see
plans whispered
dreams that seemed so giant
jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
and my soul so naked and bare you could destroy it on a whim
I didn't see
the immaculate beauty
pain, desperation
the endless endless struggle
and the vindication, pride, and meaning in the creation of life
I saw
all the wonder of all the possibilities of all the myriad realities and planes of existence and dimensional switches and simulation alterations and every version of the matrix and all that is dreamt of now or still to be dreamt in my heaven or your hell in any universe that this life could ever bring
I knew I could damn the rest to hell
the last thing I ever needed to see
About the Creator
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To: Princeton Board of Admissions Entry Essay – Personal History of Racism in America Malachi Holder Speaking about my own history on a topic such as this, racism, is eating the elephant to say the least. Without a doubt it made me think, and deeper than I though I would. Being a straight, white male, I may not have have the proper insight to really dig into the topic, the learned experience, so-to-say, to really offer valuable input or analysis. Still, I do have some learned experience, and the more I think about the topic the more I realize I may have something to add. You see, the history of racism, my history, is a double edged sword. It has certainly effected and molded my life, flavored my likes, language, choices, and friends. It also imbued me with intense guilt, especially throughout childhood. It taught me many things and made me a better person, even though my own personal history with racism tells me much if it is not what is seems?
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