Perspective of A White Man


United States

We see in a certain way

What we think we know

We don't

We see you struggle

We see you die

We do nothing

We think we understand

We feel sorry

We see again and again

We ignore

We talk like we know


We don't

We never will







This poem is about: 
My country



After seeing and hearing about all of the police brutality going on. This is just how I feel about white people talking about how "they understand" and think they know what minority groups go through on a daily basis.

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