I haven’t been able to write in a while but am hoping to do so soon. In the meantime, check out this powerful poem by Diku Rogers. Thank you for the continuous support and dialogue on these pages.
This poem is exquisite in its beauty, and poignant in its words. I’ve chosen to share her voice on my platform as our society continues to grapple with what it means to be privileged, what it means to have privileges and how to reconcile that within yourself so as not to feel ashamed for being born in to a society that overtly values or devalues you, nor to be ignorant of this same point. I can especially empathize with Diku’s frustration around spellcheck not recognizing the word microagressions, as I have often wanted to punch my computer screen for giving the red squiggly line under the word, “adoptee” — what a clear example of one way adoptees feel that our very being is less than.
Dear Writers, Listeners, and Writers who do not Listen
This piece was originally published at Soar. Diku Rogers is a junior in college from Brooklyn, New York.
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