White Privilege does exist. 

I know because, I'm the majority. 

White skin, born into unfairness on my side. 

I know that it exists because I am praised for my small acheivements,

though a black woman would have to climb a mountain in order to get the same. 

I know because a latina five spaces in front of me will be refused service 

until three others, hands of grubby snow behind me are finished in the lunch line. 

I see this, yet I say nothing. 

What feminist, what equalist am I? 

To stand tall for all, but only if they'd lift me on their weary backs. 

White skin, and suddenly I am worth more. 

No. 

I refuse. 

For the most beautiful of women do not require pale skin. 

A proud black man with a family should not kiss the feet 

of a single white man with the same or less education than he. 

Red leaves on trees do not fall before those of orange.

They are one. They are together. 

And, after the harsh screams of Winter in all of her glory, 

they grow back as one marvelous, blazing green. 

Never seperated, always together in one pure cycle of nature.

Why can we not do the same? 

Why must we be colorbind before the hatred sways? 

Yes, white privilege does exist. 

But no, we do not have to allow it. 

And no, we MUST not ignore it. 

I know because I am the majority,

and my dearest of friends are belittled,

hated, 

critisized, 

and judged, 

because of their marvelous complexions.