Puerto Rican, Asian
The Original American,
Who is seen as White as a sheet of paper.
Who cannot dance or talk of deep things.
White has been sealed into a vacuum, wispy like vapors.
Someone who's just a color and has a culture of nothing.
White, not caucausian. White like the crayon that no one uses.
White, one dimensional, trivial, and ultimately superficial.
From what I have heard, White is the winner that never loses.
The ultimate opponent, the one no one can touch, it's become conditional.
As a White woman, I "must" be better.
You probably think I sit and write high and mighty.
White has all the money, gets all the jobs; White cannot be deterred.
White doesn't have "real" problems, never deals with anything frightening.
It's good to be White, it must be nice.
Never to be discriminated against, no judge watching.
White has it all, right?
But no one sees White is just like other minorities.
Colors that name us. Labels that deface us.
Made up assumptions that persuade feeble minds.
Controlling society these "names" destroy trust.
We still discriminate like we have throughout time.
As a White woman, I am judged by the color of my skin.
People look at me differently like they expect something.
Good or bad, it feels painful to wear the mask that grins.
I don't know what you want or what you're expecting.
I'm just me, just a girl who like you has some scars.
I'm just a girl, not a color. Someone with dreams.
I'm just a girl, who has stumbled in the dark.
I'm just a girl, who is not what she always seems.