Dear White People
Dear White People...
tell me you understand
band together
in time of umbra
ban together
and stuff me in bras
let that privilege show
me that greying flower
me who your parents know
my privilege understands
it’s graying too
set made woes that show
them whom their parents know
My privilege came with aged stands
when the grey was black
that too much green on their hands
is awful
that oh so pretty boy told me I’m not
it’s awful
This water
this not even blue water
it tastes like water
Oh what problems!
want some of the sums
of those who have grayed?
Dear White People...
we are pulling you to
us
rather than we use you to get
Above
pulling you out of that black
Water
dripping off white
grab us flailing, so simple to
us
together I shall show you those who become
beloved
that whiten pink flesh
so simple
White People
listen to us!
so medieval
we are so simple
You people seem inane
my words of wisdom come for you
as those parents came from thee
Tell me what’s wrong
I’d love to hear the privilege
all of the sounds like a song
I’d love to feel the privilege
Dear White People…
if you are already offended
think twice
for the first time you had beheaded
me thrice
for once open your lies
Say to me my white flies
Why I’m such a white person
when I’m not
Dear White People...
the pity is for our prerogative
I’m a white person
the city has become the sedative
you have my son
Dear White People...
Dear White People…
Dear White People…
tell me you understand
band together
in time of umbra
ban together
and stuff me in bras