Feeding the Monster

Fri, 04/21/2017 - 20:24 -- mh51598

Just like a heartbeat, 

white people are born with white privilege,

 

Looking at me 

you would never guess 

that I am 50% Hispanic,

According to my Maybelline foundation stick,

my skin tone is “Pure Ivory,”

Pale as the snow, 

that populates my small northeastern town every December, 

and in our society I am also “pure,”

in reality I am purified,

purified from the filth 

that our society is ridden with,

where in this world,

it is acceptable,,

to discriminate by;

profiling citizens based on the color, 

of their skin,

 

Should I value my father’s European nationality

more than my mother’s Puerto Rican heritage?, 

It has provided me with opportunities 

I would have not received if I had,

darker skin,

curlier hair,

and spoke with a thick accent,

 

Mature discussions

are essential 

if our society is to gain awareness 

of the imbalance that exists,

Without,

we continue to feed the monster that lives under our nation’s rug,

until it bears its teeth

and shows itself 

in its full, frightening, form, 

and overt racism 

that appears to be becoming 

more and more 

acceptable in recent months

will continue to grow into

fully,

fledged, 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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