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It’s Wrong to Call Me White
My heart breaks
because people would
look at my skin
and call me “privileged”
despite never living
above the poverty line
Worse they would
cut me into little bits
to deny my black
Mediterranean
heritage
I’m black Irish see
it’s pretty plain
looking at my
dear Daddy
who was darker
than a few
“dark” men
come summertime
My husband’s
breed is called
“Sand N*gger”
Despite also
looking cracker
our children’s
mix of breed
makes a stunning
combo indeed
Yet, we fear
that we’ll be
spit upon
and hated for
“white privilege”
because people would
look at my skin
and call me “privileged”
despite never living
above the poverty line
Worse they would
cut me into little bits
to deny my black
Mediterranean
heritage
I’m black Irish see
it’s pretty plain
looking at my
dear Daddy
who was darker
than a few
“dark” men
come summertime
My husband’s
breed is called
“Sand N*gger”
Despite also
looking cracker
our children’s
mix of breed
makes a stunning
combo indeed
Yet, we fear
that we’ll be
spit upon
and hated for
“white privilege”
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