The White Devil's Pride

Bearing a European polymorphism, I should be branded by shame. I am the White Devil as they claim. The Ciakara, a bipedal reptilian that fades in and out of gamma rays. The Ivory Dragon with razor fangs. He who breathes flames of artillery; consuming the indigenous cultures of men. I who supposedly slaughtered, raped, and evangelized my own fen. A Caucasian falsely accused, I must defend. I sigh with Celtic lungs. Long ago in antiquity, they cut my foreskin and Gaelic tongue. Apprehending my crown and bride while the rebels hung. Enslaved and hate I have not done, but due to this achromatic shell, their numbers I am among. But I am the blank hero who is sullied and unsung, for an enemy of all is an enemy of mine Yet compassion’s tide is on the rise, I am consumed by love for all races and all colors of hides. Reds, blacks, browns, yellows, blancos and pinks. An alabaster bastard I may seem to be, but in the utmost totatality, I am proud I am me. Despite my lack of melanin; my reverence and acceptance of self sets all others free. So I will slay the Neo-Nazi supremacists and ethnocentrisms, by nationalist and patriotic decree. To reorient this cumbersome narrative; as such that I see fit in my mind’s eye. The Maverick Abolitionist of Light, I let my skin audaciously shine. So yet again, the fierce Anglo Saxon attacks; swiftly and valiantly one more time. Only to redefine the phrase “White Pride” so I may make it mine.