What is White?
Like a single bacteria cell in a wound
It presence lingers like a raging infection in a
festering wound
It swells with the pus of shame and humility
It’s pestering presence permanently visible and
exposed to the world
This is not a coat of red-dirt
Nor a bronze gift from the sun
This my skin
An unsanctified mélange of Privilege and
prejudice
Of Purity and damnation
Of the most Pristine White and the filthiest
black
By what laws of nature must one dominate the
other?
Why is it that the black overpowers the white
within the blood and flesh of man
But among men the black answers to the white
man’s whips, the white man’s laws?
What is white?
White is the perfect ratio of egg whites to egg
yolk in a soufflé
Too much yolk weighs like a burden
Suppressing the soufflé in eternal deflation
Never obtaining the glorified texture of an airy,
white cloud
Those few fateful drops
Marking me for life
Never able to completely wash away its stain
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