White

Is it self-hatred
To despise Caucasians when  
Sometimes I hear them speak  
I cringe deep within  
  
My skin the same color  
White privilege protects them clearly  
Like King Arthur’s sword  
Guarding them wearily  
   
How are they blind to the people of color  
Who surround them every day  
And as they carry on their lives  
They offend with each word they say  
   
Unknowing or uncaring when they speak  
Their words often offensive    
Unaware that they transgress  
Causing others to be defensive  
   
I must reconcile this somehow  
Pale skin brown soul  
Until I can resolve  
I will not be whole