Just two years ago,

I entered Secret Santa

By chance, you chose me!

 

You brought Christmas late

But I did not mind at all

You picked the right gift!

 

A new gift everyday

Like an advent calendar

Oh how innocent!

 

Shake when I recall

The absolute perfect gift

That stems from hatred

 

The very first gift

A sad Black stereotype

A watermelon

 

Fully mortified

The Mexican boys giggled

You felt accomplished

 

Little did you know

I almost burst into tears

But it was a joke!

 

Sucked in my sad tears

No need to be dramatic

Sat and kept silent

 

Wait it gets better

The second day of Christmas

Brought me such delight

 

A small bag of weed

Oh wait! It’s oregano!

And nice, grape Kool-Aid!

 

Very comical!

Must smoke weed since, I am black

A true assumption

 

But I mean come on

If we are being funny

Give me the real thing!

 

Also, grape Kool-Aid?

A poor black person’s water?

At least gift sugar!

 

Was a little sad

You said there was three cute gifts

No gift the third day

 

Did you realize

You already spent too much

On stereotypes

 

Or you felt fulfilled

With the hysteric giggles

From our close peers

 

Harmless joke to you

Assumably forgotten

Still haunts me today

 

Why was I silent?

Why did I not chew you up?

Why did I let you?

 

I let you roam free

My sisters nearly spoke up

I silenced them too.

 

You were a senior

I sympathized your future

Near the finish line!

 

No worries although

Your future stopped anyway

Someone else spoke up

 

Far away from me

Serving our great country

Spreading racism

 

No surprise for us

An occurrence for Black folk

Subscription from birth

 

For this black woman

She learned a harsh lesson

Silence solves nothing