Stormy PoeticJustice
Can’t we just say “Merry Christmas” without thinking about privilege?
Or
Remembering to say “Happy Holidays” requires too much thought and I was just trying to be nice
at the obligatory Christmas party
that we're not even pretending
isn't a Christmas party
by calling it a “Holiday party”
(except on the official email entitled
“HOLIDAY PARTY INFO!!!”),
that encouraged us
all
to wear ugly
Christmas sweaters,
because they would be
judged,
you ask me about my
plans for the upcoming weekend.
“Oh”, is your curt reply
when I tell you that
my family
also celebrates
Hanukkah -
looking at me
in that
disapproving way
that lets me know
you probably just
imagined me
slapping
Jolly Old St. Nick.
I mean he IS
the true symbol
of Christmas,
afterall.
“I didn’t know you were
Jewish…”
say “Because you’re Black”.
you know you want to.
I always wanted
to go to Hebrew School
for some reason,
so I figured
what the hell,
I'll convert.
or adopt
Jewish children.
you’re not doing a great job
hiding your judgement.
or
maybe it's just my lack of
ugly Christmas sweater.
you laughingly ask me
if we also celebrate
Kwanzaa.
“I do”, I say,
pretending
not to get the joke.
“Oh”, you mutter
(again)
before suddenly
remembering
that you
better check out the desserts
before they're all gone.
“Of course”,
I say with a smile,
even though we both know
that there's no danger
of running out of desserts
at a Christmas party.
I stifle the urge to whisper,
“I'm also queer”,
just to see
what would happen.
31 December 2016