Does it Matter?

/ Kait King

Does it matter

what color I am,

Does it matter, what color?

When I feel

just the same?

Does it matter

what faith I follow

Does it really matter, my faith?

When I can be

both deep and shallow?

Does it matter

if I’m alive or dead?

Does it matter

who it really is

When we all bleed

red?

Kait King 2018

35 thoughts on “Does it Matter?”

  1. Kait, this is the question that changes everything when we finally ask it. And the way you’ve stacked these, color, faith, shallow and deep, alive and dead, shows that none of the categories we use to separate ourselves hold up under scrutiny.

    “When we all bleed red.” That’s the mic drop. Because you’re right, underneath all the sorting and categorizing we do to others and ourselves, there’s only one category that matters: human. Vulnerable. Temporary. Here.

    This poem will land differently for different people. For someone trapped in a system that says their color or faith determines their value, it’s liberation. For someone overly invested in these markers, it’s a mirror. And for all of us, it’s a reminder that the things we’re taught to care about obsessively are often the things that matter least.

    Powerful work.

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