My white privilege
These words mean little coming from Me
But I feel such loss witnessing a black mistreat
Another cop hurting the community
Another 50 year old white man
Telling you where you should be
Another white girl plumping her lips
Has the audacity to call your hair nappy
Another sibling tells her sister
Where she can get skin lightening cream
But I feel exactly as I should do
Not a fear for me but a fear for you
Because Michael was shot and Sandra was hung
And our skin shouldn’t affect
That I am you and you are me
And we are supposed to be one community
Your grades are not a postcode
Or a specific skin colour
Your rights are not a test
To be cheated on
and I will never understand How you feel
Because I have a thing called white privilege
Another dizzying concoction
Produced by a white man
That makes my skin equate to more
And my words and situation therefore
But why exactly?
The only difference deep inside
Is the structure society has taught
Sorry Mr White Man but
There’s nail Polish now that shows me when you
You, are trying to cloud my thoughts
And I hear the voices rising from your
Oppression
And whilst I’m at it note that I’m strong
I can’t Do chores too well or cook
But I still have confidence you think you took
No, no my body is not your ideal type
And yes my jeans are tight
But I’m Teenage girl and I personally don’t want to avoid
This fight and I know We are supposed to be one community
So please Mr White Man let it go.