The Beauty of Oppression: The stage of white racial identity development where you hate yourself for being white (you’ll get past it though)

The media got it twisted in what they say is beauty

This is the way I see it:

I have skin the color of hatred.
It says I am ignorant, I am oppressive
I have eyes the color of water, the color of oceans where those stolen from their home jumped to end their lives
And I have lips thin like my patience
I have arms that built oppression
And hands that suffocated opportunity
And a back that reminds me of a country built on the backs of slaves
And a back that reminds me my skin has never been a battlefield of scars from the hits of a whip
And I have hips, hips that are narrow and politically correct and sit with privilege

 

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