Intolerance: a Poem


You want me to write about intolerance?
As a white, privileged, straight, woman in the twenty-first century,
with a country who loves me as my parents do,
status, wealth, money, power.
You want me to address intolerance?
I'll tell you about how lucky and fortunate I am
to be where I am, with the help of my parents,
and the crowds pushing me to do better.
You want to talk intolerance?
I'll tell you about my sexual orientation,
about how I prefer the male to the female,
and how that automatically makes my life easier,
no homophobic slander on the lips of people I greet.
You want me to express my opinions on intolerance?
My light skin inevitably gives me more opportunities,
to pursue my passions,
while people, mere people
of equal qualifications get cast aside,
no racial slurs to greet me walking down the street.
The fact that I get to write this poem,
while people, starving, oppressed,
beaten, broken down,
shamed for the color of their skin,
their status,
their sexual orientation,
astounds me.

You wanna talk about intolerance?
Ask someone who has experienced it.

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