White Walls
The White Walls are coming down
I thought I couldn't see color, but I do
And so does everyone around me
I realized my advantages
I am ashamed
I see your disadvantages
I am sickened
I hope that one day we will truly be equal
I hope that one day you won't feel judged by the color of your skin
I hope that one day people don't automaticaly assume
Your character, your demeanor,
Your actions, your fate
Should not be reliant and contingent on your color
The walls that blinded me to my own inherent privilege
Which is mine because I am white
Those walls have come down
We have to chip away at everyone elses walls too
One brick at a time
To lessen white privilege
We have to break down the White Walls
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