White Privilege

I wrote this piece in the dead of winter and really debated sharing it. I hope you understand the density of it.


Tall and prickly, it gains weight
Slowly as white dust suffocates the green.
The strong trunk supports,
While the small branches sag.

It has no legs, but those underground.
It has no arms, but those that absorb.
Never moving, but always pushed.
Never changing color, except for branches hushed.

I have legs, always moving.
I have arms, always grabbing.
Always moving, but never pushed.
Always changing, but never rushed.

A bird rests on a branch,
Out of place in this season.
It flies away, wings flapping-
Able to escape.

14 thoughts on “White Privilege

  1. Unfairness ?? Unfairness that yr new gf ‘s family ” got a problem ” ? Idk … cos u didnt ” elaborate” & anyway none of my biz ! Unless you want ” do FULL confessions ? ” of ” anything?” / guilt ????

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    1. I’m glad it is going to sit with you. Sorry for the late reply, summer was hectic and I had poems on auto post instead of manual.

      I hope this reply finds you well.

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