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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”
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