White Privilege? What is privilege?
Privilege, a cloak, varying in hue,
A quilt of advantages, not just a few.
Food on the table, clean water to sip,
Electricity humming. Privilege we grip.

Not just the color of skin, but layers unseen,
Warmth in the cold, cool in the heat,
Healthcare’s embrace. Privilege sweet.
Blessings of a job, a steady stride,
Freedom from persecution, nowhere to hide.

Not because I am darker or lighter- because I am.
Privilege’s face wears diverse masks,
Not solely skin-deep, in its complex tasks.
Disability, sex, beliefs held dear,
Labels shaping narratives in our ear.

It’s called the human condition
let’s pause and ponder, reflect on our quest,
Privilege is a fickle, transient guest.
In truth privilege is not constant or sure,
A fragile balance, a myth to assure.

we are all in this poverty together.
I have survived in the absence of these,
Felt the chill, heard the silence, the unease.
Not because of my color, a tale I refute,
It’s the human condition, a shared attribute.

Stop the conflict with labels like white privilege
let’s not be quick to brand and divide,
Assuming privilege, let’s set it aside.
In this shared journey, let empathy guide,
Unity thrives when we stand side by side.

You’re only hurting a good cause.
The call is not to dismiss or erase,
But to understand, in this diverse space,
That the human condition, a collective face,
keeps tyranny from dividing based on race.