whiteprivilege
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When I was a kid
I learned what it meant to have privilege.
I learned what my skin color meant for my advancement.
I never felt very smart I was just able to talk to adults.
Dear White People...
tell me you understand
band together
in time of umbra
ban together
and stuff me in bras
Imagine darkness
Blackness with hints of color
Unusual yet subtle...
Imagine lonliness, yet devoured with fear
Thats how I feel
Lost in a sea of whiteness
As the mirror taunts me
With kinked brown locks
And weary hazel eyes
That forever scrutinize,
Pale skin glares back,
Blinding in the morning rays.
“Paper White”
I used to call it,
Dream a little dream of me
Dream that one day we all can be
The same, with equal opportunity
Come on Don John, don’t be a jerk
After all, we just want to work
