White Inclination

Born to love

Taught to hate 

Stranded between

nature and nurture. 

Your soul and your skin

furiously debate

until your skin

becomes empowered

by what it learns about

It’s icy hue and 

it leaves your soul to dissipate.

The idea of 

“Whiteness” is just an idea

that takes on life as an identity 

To those who see themselves enveloped 

by it and intoxicated by its prize

Never mind the black bodies it needs

To feast off of in order to survive. 

This poem is about: 
My community


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