07 Mar

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White, privileged and fragile.

Guilty from birth.

I came out of the womb covered in blood after all.

Will these hands ne’er be clean?

Inheriting the sins of our fathers,

Wearing the villain’s cloak of other people’s blame.

And always the same refrain:

NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

Your breath steals life from others.

Your happiness costs other people theirs.

Your rest is an insult to those without sanctuary.

And all the while the world continues to turn, and injustice and inequality endure.

Crippled by self-hatred, we remain impotent.


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