A Racist Confessed – A Décima Poem

A Racist Confessed

I confess that I’m a racist.

Looking away from bigotry.

Angry at one man’s bended knee.

Knowing that blue on black exists.

Hoping proof shows the black resists.

Loving the colors of all skin?

Bet on who I’ll blame the break-in.

Time all these lies become past tense.

Pray man comes to a common sense.

Confess we’ve held down our own kin


This Décima was inspired by this week’s Décima by Vocabularical (Is that not the best name for a wordsmith?)-  Décima Challenge: Sense. That’s the name of his entry post. Click it and you will not be disappointed. I reblogged it here on my blog, but he deserves to have it read where it lives. Please do go and read it. It will hit some of you right between the eyes.


HERE is some of my recent poetry related to Black Lives Matter to scroll through.


My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 10 SENSE. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

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3 thoughts on “A Racist Confessed – A Décima Poem

  1. Ronovan! I’m speechless I could have even remotely inspired this. This is incredible. Powerful. I love how you framed it as a confession, deepening the relatability to the reader. Each line is a décima unto itself, capturing the zeitgeist of contemporary racism. I don’t know if you know this, but you’re the one who introduced me to décimas; from what feelings this elicits, this is the décima in its raw, authentic form. Superb. Thank you for crafting and sharing this inspired piece. I can’t stop rereading it! This is why we write! 🙇🏾‍♂️🖤🙏🏾

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    • Sometimes one knows and even recognizes the problem in their own life and actions, but it takes a slap in the face, a punch in the guy, or simple words of truth to wake them up.

      I’ve called myself woke, not here on the blog or even to many people, okay it was just one person, because I see and I understand, but I don’t do.

      If you don’t do then you don’t understand.

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