An Unoriginal™ Poem
Roses are red, violets are blue,
I wish I had as much privilege™ as you.
I wish I could get away with being
As generic,
As white,
As male,
And as ignorant and original™
But I just happen to be an unoriginal minority™
A black,
Female™,
Bisexual™,
who is advised to be the designated black friend™,
Who is white on the inside, black on the outside
A perfect Oreo™
Who assimilates and accepts white, suburban ignorance
But still has to be just as aware that
I may not be treated the same.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
I wish I could be as widely accepted as you
I wish I could be allowed to be as problematic,
As casually sexist,
As casually racist,
As prejudice and original™
And get away with it as just having an
Unpopular opinion™
You're original™ yet, I'm considered
A common black girl™,
A dissatisfied minority™,
A social justice warrior™,
Because I don't agree
And because I can't see how original™
You are compared to me.