Privlage
Privileged.
It’s a word white people use to describe the rich
Those with nice cars and houses
The ones ones who don’t have to worry about having enough money for food, bills, and clothes
Privileged.
It’s a word women use to describe men
Those who can catcall and objectify without consequences
The ones who don’t have to worry about getting dress coded at school
Privileged.
It’s a word black people use to describe white people.
Those who aren’t called thugs and drug dealers
The ones who don’t have to worry about being shot for the color of their skin
I know I’m just a pretty white girl.
How dare I talk about privilege
How dare I talk about people who worry that they may be shot for being “threatening”
Who am I to say men don’t have to follow dress code
Who am I to say white people ignore their privilege
But I was blessed to be born with fair skin and blue eyes that match the sky
And because I have a nice ass and big boobs I won’t have to worry much about dress code either
But not everyone is born with privilege
Some people will never know what it’s like to have unspoken social privileges
Pretty white girls who cry their way out of speeding tickets
Men who catcall and wear cutout shirts
And most importantly white people who don’t have to worry near as much about being shot for nothing
See, privilege is weird like that
It never tells you it’s there, but the people who don’t have it see it
And by the time it’s pointed out to us we deny it, tell them they’re lying
We get so used to the weight of privilege that we forget about it
We ignore the things we get away with because it seems normal to us
The people who don’t get away with those things, they feel the weight to
They see us carrying a bag of gold coins that we can’t share because we don’t know it’s there
When people are told about white privilege they say
Oh not everything is about race
That’s not even a thing
We get so used to the bag of coins
That we forget its weight
That we forget it’s even real
Privilege.
Something that isn’t addressed
Something that weighs two ton
But we don’t even feel an ounce
Privilege
Made exclusively for white people, men, and girls with nice bodies
Find your privilege in a local mirror near you
Rochelle Pense • Apr 5, 2021 at 9:46 am
This is an absolute amazing piece of poetry, and I’m not a fan of poems. I loved how you described privilege as if its an undiagnosed mental disease because it almost feels like it is. It really puts everything into perspective for those who can’t see it. I really hope to see more poetry like this in the future.