Risk Assessment

Risk Assessment

Risk AssessmentThis risk I take each day,
as the sun rises
and I face the world
not knowing if I will
see the end of day,
or what awaits me
once the sun sets,
is of no consequence.

What do I know of risk
in the convenience
of my world of privilege
when considered
beside that taken daily
by those who are denied,
those who are judged
before they act?

This poem is my response to Poetics: Take a risk!,
the prompt from Tricia Sankey at dVerse Poet’s Pub.

Image source: Pete Linforth at Pixabay

 

32 thoughts on “Risk Assessment

  1. Agree – my views/responses are conditioned reflexes, “given” through my exposures since birth. The challenge of maturity is to question ALL assumptions, approach EVERYTHING like a statue in a museum – walk around it multiple times, observing from different angles, pondering how the maker came up with this representation, how this encountered stance reflects my inner stance – allow it to CHANGE my inner stance.
    Many seem focused on defending their inner stances without ever questioning them.

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    • Preconceived notions can lead to mistakes. I make too many, as it is. There’s caution, and there’s prejudice. I wove my way around the latter, long ago.
      In 1972, when I was 19, I sold a car to the first people to look at it – a black woman and her teenage son. We lived in a suburb, and I agreed to drive the car to her home on Buffalo’s east side, a predominantly African American section of the city. My father about had a heart attack. He insisted that he and his friend be the ones to accompany me, take me back home in his car. I could have been more cautious, but nothing happened. My father wasn’t outwardly bigoted, never used the ‘N’ word, but I think he worried that I was too naive.
      Later that year, I’d say that definitely was the case. I was on Buffalo’s west side at night with some friends when one of them had his face slashed with a razor. Even so, I’ve learned I can be cautious without being prejudiced.
      https://rivrvlogr.com/2016/04/16/no-longer-innocents/

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  2. I’ve often wondered that in any of my past lives did a live some as a different race. I have great affinity for Native Americans and blacks. Your poem cranks up our sensitivity to our taken for granted privileges.

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  3. You speak truth. For some the risk is great simply to survive the day, to have water to drink and food for the belly, to have shelter in safety. Our risk is small in comparison.

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  4. We do live in a privleged world, but this takes awareness of what the risks mean to others who are not so fortunate. A good and timely perspective on our world.

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  5. This is incredibly deep and thought-provoking. I so wish the world would stop to think for a moment about where it stands when it comes to matters like this.

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