From a very young age I knew
was a liar.
Maybe that is why Mom and I
sometimes had difficult conversations
about race and gender and politics.
She surely didn’t know
how her request for honesty
from her children
would one day backfire.
That her daughter would call her
on her white privilege ceaselessly
and casual conversations about network tv
would evolve into heated debates.
And now I wish I had been a little less honest.
Maybe a little dishonesty
would unburden me from so much regret today.