I Am Privileged Because I’m white!

white privilege

Tell me what to do.
Show me what to buy.
I have no imagination.
And I don’t question, “Why?”

There is an angel on TV,
so pale with wings of gold,
and not much else, I see.
That’s how we are controlled.

On the evening news,
they shot a Black man dead.
He was such a big Black brute,
I’m surprised his blood was red.

There’s a child with a pellet gun.
The cops are on the scene.
They shot him in cold blood.
He’s Black; that kill was clean.

I’ve done my nine to five.
And homeward bound am I.
There goes a homeless man,
why don’t those people die?

The billboards scream at me.
And I look at all the news.
I have no thoughts to own.
Inside my head, insert your views.

Tell me who to hate,
and you know it will be done.
Repeat and play it back.
Don’t pause, just hit rerun.

Shield me from the world.
Tune me in to mindless drivel.
For my brain, I have no use.
And like a penis, it will shrivel.

They’ve got a pump for that,
so I can masturbate to porn.
I don’t need to think or feel.
Inside a tube, my seed is born.

There is nothing I can’t do.
I take such great delight,
that I was not born Black.
I am privileged because I’m white!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

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