When a kid learns Racism
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.
I wasn't dedicated like my black and Hispanic classmates.
I was given the platform to excel.
I thought it was because my parents knew them
I thought it was because I saw them on the weekends
I realized they were comfortable with me.
I was white
I was their "friends kid"
I was their white kids friend
Being in fourth grade and noticing the fact the my life was easier
makes a kid question.
I shouldn't question the integrity of my teachers
Why would they bring up the question?