white privelege
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I was born into privilege and racism.
Of this, I am not proud.
The time is now to use my voice
and scream out clear and loud.
The centuries of suffering,
I wish I could take them all back.
Privilege? I’m sorry I seem to have forgotten what that word really means. You see it’s been forced in my ears and down my throat so many times I’ve become numb to its bitterness.
Curiosity becomes a whisper
and questions remain unanswered
WE are drowned in our own famine for knowledge.
I sit at your table and order a shake
I am not hungry for anything,
save justice.
My stomach aches for an acknowledgement
of my humanity
an ounce of compassion
It is said to "not judge a book by its cover",
Mama's advice.
Yet I am judged.
Justified by society
and immense disparity.
Who are they to judge me?
Who are they to conspire against me?
The KKK, no shame,
despising me and laughing in my face.
Looking down from heaven the angels sing
Black men, white men let freedom ring
From the north to the south to the east to the west
To the rich to the poor to the wise to the blessed
Sometimes we go through tough times
To expose peoples true sides
Sometimes we go through calamity
To bring together two or three
to love and forgive
To inspire and change
And move past the here and now
There's no one keeping you down
he says
because the President is Black
You don't need a scholarship
for your melanin
because the President is Black
