When a kid learns Racism

Thu, 05/04/2017 - 19:04 -- JamesDP

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? 


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