The Right Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:

Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.

Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

i grew up in a town that was white,

with white picket fences—what a sight—

and white lights to keep it bright at night.

we mowed our white lawns with delight,

on our large white mowers, sitting tight.

got it for a white price, now—don’t be trite—

or i will drive down white avenue alight,

all gassed up with rage—a white fright—

after getting my rifle, big and white,

I’ll show them all that white might

makes right because i got a white’s right.

first, though, i’ll turn on a white nightlight,

for my white kids in their white beds tonight.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 28, 2026.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Online)
Published: July 3rd, 2026 08:11
Comment from author about the poem: Part of the Truth, Applied collection.
Category: Sociopolitical
Views: 3
Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
In collections: Truth, Applied.

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sorenbarrett July 3rd, 2026 08:30
We are all trapped within our culture and past. We see black and white and wrong and right, there is no gray. This poem in its repetition is powerful. The rhyme both internal and ending is a mocking of this world view. Very creative Tristan and well done with a powerful message a fave

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