Being White

I was gift wrapped a white girl, born into the white privilege race; I have always known my social place, advantages for me will always unfurl. I have always known freedom, to move, work and speak; for me life is awesome, because I am white should I be meek! Oh yes, I have known the other side of discrimination, but let me tell you- for my family I have great admiration. Should I say- I am sorry? My ancestors came with nothing but hope, they did not know the language of the country; but learned so they could cope, no one gave them anything; they worked hard without complaining. My parents had a good life, mom was a hardworking housewife; For being white, I tell you that I am not ashamed, for being born white should I be blamed. Yes, I see that for non white races it can be bad, but it is not my fault- so why am I sad? ________________________ January 18, 2018 Poetry/Rhyme/Being White Copyright Protected, ID 18-9835-38-01 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.