We don’t hate you.
We don’t blame you.
In fact, we’ve probably
Known each other for a long time.
But I have to say it
With love in my heart
And fire in my veins:
You are acting out your privilege.
We know you’re full of respect
We are some of your friends, you say
You don’t look down at us
But when you’d rather not be
About what we say
Seen, felt, lost, heard
When you say
“But not all…”
“But I’m not…”
“Oh but some of the protestors…”
You’re acting out your privilege.
We know there are bad apples in every tree
We know there are good ones too
We know some people shout
And others speak calmly
But can you blame us
When nobody is listening?
So let me ask you:
Are your minutes of
Than our fears of discrimination
You can shake it off
Go back to blending into the majority
That you will always be a part of
No matter where you are in this world.
Sadly we cannot do the same.
We know you have had it hard
We know we are blessed too
In many ways.
We are simply pleading for
About why your name may have better standing
And not mine
Why our features matter so much
Yet so little next to yours
Why we’re more likely to get trapped
In cycles of poverty
And everything it’s tied to
Why speaking up is spoken out against.
We just want you to think
About the privilege you benefit from
Whether tangible or not.
And if you say “But why me?”
It’s becausw we’ve already acknowledged
Our place, our privilege, our shortcomings.
We had to.
We’ve had plenty of time to reflect in our skin.
Now it’s your turn.
Because if you don’t
Acknowledge your privilege
You don’t acknowledge us.
And we’ll be acting out
The same drama in perpetuity.
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