Friday Poetry Hour

Found a great poem here:

White skin. White flesh. White Breath.

White devil. White Trash. White Privilege.

White eyes. White fear. White tears.

White wash. White out. White adjacent.

Wipe out “Whiteness.” It’s a sin.

Ostensible socio-political adjudication erasing,

replacing, “I am,”

With a totemic religion’s peripheral glance.

What I am, not who, but what, in accordance

With billion-dollar dogma, doctrine, buzz-word fresh,

is something less than

human.

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