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White For A Day

by poetic-t

Try it for a day... people thinking your white... got it easy they say.. Fit in my shoes where your words never questioned... But cos the shade or lack of pigmentation. I'm the one watching wording even thought you say its ok... When I walk outside, I'm like you human.. but you just see WHITE.. PRIVILEGE... What is that anyway.. I grew up poor like others on my street where was my privilege? When four brothers had just rice to eat... Privilege is who ever is up there which ever pigment is dominant becomes the privileged one there... Try being me for a moment see through my eyes. I'm not privileged working my arse off to where I am today... It would be a privilege if we all walked in others shoes to see the grass isn't always greener on the other side of the fence.. What's that I hear you say.. privileged.. be me for a day..
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Aug 10, 2017
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