White

Fri, 08/11/2017 - 01:45 -- Grackle

My mind spins thinking about the word, “White.”

About how being white is like being the reincarnation of Hitler,

In the eyes of the blind Social Justice Warriors,

Who are every bit as hypocritical as I,

With their sharp words and judgemental eyes.

 

Their holier than-thou attitude puts on goggles of x-ray,

Seeing through personalities and only looking at race,

I don’t see how being White gave me a special advantage,

Especially since I don’t live where people are even allowed to be gay,

Since when does being White make me a devil?

 

I don’t have horns of arrogance,

Or honey veiled words of trickery,

That’d be you.

The people who think that  being white is a sin.

 

I know there are few of you,

And now can only hope that it stays that way.   

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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