Privilege Poems - Poems about Privilege

Black without a mask What would it look like to be black without a mask? Would it look like freedom? Or would they laugh? At our attempt to be ourselves To feel like we can tell the world That we are fighting back That we are tired of being attacked That we are human and you should respect that Maybe it would feel like...

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after Privilege of Being by Robert Haas A tipping point of too many are talking harshly. Down below, demon-dead in the unstirred inferno and perdition of animal thirsting are coiling one another's tails in response. They are honeyed vermillion and covered in trim the texture of hot picamar. They espy up all the time at the graceless rapture— ...

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Well first of you have to be black So if your not sorry about that I guess you're just gonna have to be believed I know for once your not included How does it feel not to be the centre of attention I guess it must be hard having white privilege Oh and also being favoured And no...

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Travel is not a right But a privilege, thus spoke Zarathustra In his most late incarnation Travelling is tied with applying But it’s more than ridiculous to ask for privileges. Especially since the answer is known. Zarathustra's commodity is hate I'm not tempted to support his drama Let those who agree to pay Have the privilege. Though, according to Zarathustra's logic The right to...

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a green forest… void of man full of nature a tranquil peace washes over me stress at its least the trees tower over me the clear creek trickles towards the river where the salmon are free don’t take nature for granted for it’s a privilege for you and me ...

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Q: How did I realize the Woke Marxist anti-God is lying to the American public all about both white privilege and white supremacy? A: This commentator and this writer found out courtesy of a You Tube video featuring a senior white...

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An Unknown Privilege To visit the city had been a dream of mine, one that my parents had been annoying about. They wanted to come with me but I ignored them, I just wanted to blend in with the crowd. Leaving the hotel I paid to ride one of the bikes, hoping to...

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I have never been arrested, abused, discarded, neglected. All because someone protested, it’s my color they detested. I have always been protected, accepted, respected, vested. Civil rights never molested, my freedom never contested. No one has ever suggested, because I’m black I’m now suspected. To be so badly infected, that it cannot be corrected. Let this message be digested, if we want this life perfected. We must all...

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Waking up every morning with breath...

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God selected me I really am not sure why At times I want to question him However he never seems to leave or say goodbye He loves me in my imperfections He loves me in my faults The privilege is that he died for me He died without a second thought....

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One day even I myself do know Everything and everything I have taken for granted Up until this point now As ungrateful misguided mistaken privilege Will all be taken away Without me be given a second chance And upon that fateful day and time All of my gratitude , thanks and appreciation Won't matter a single damn at all Because I will at that...

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Representative Jamaal Bowman sets off a fire alarm in the House Chamber rips down the 'Emergency' signs heads for the hills Doesn't apologize 'til the police nab him ... then AOC whines 'Jamaal was confused' ...

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This things aren't free. You walk around thinking it belongs to you, like it was handed to you, like they are your due. These things aren't free. You need to earn your pay, the food you eat, your rent, right up to the very air you breath. These things are not free. For free will...

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and then there came upon him a certain nothingness sadness and anhedonia have taken over the latter sounding so godly in vain the blues have become a dirty synesthetic cacophonia with emptiness screaming a gut wrenching noise a dagger of unkindness balances at the fulcrum the jester in him calls upon crisis as a turning point to what and to where and yet he is privileged when the numbness...

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How might Earth's underground narrative of a sacred Tree speak most profoundly of old growth economic and political environmental trauma? A question I forgot to ask when I was younger and more disabled and WhiteMale monotheistic How might even Republican Red MotherTrees avoid secularized Self-serving by Capitalizing Other-undeserving Instead of separating and unequalizing retributive justice disvalues pimped by StraightWhiteMonoTheisticMale privilege to criminally punish with disturbing chronic anxiety and fear approach/avoiding issues of naturalbody v...

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