Where Racism Starts


Growing up as white,
It isn't all that easy.
Always scrutinized

Called "white as paper"
"Stupid like my ancestors"
"As stiff as a board"

Leaving me to feel
inferior to others.
Alone and afraid.

I comprehend it.
It is not my wrongdoing.
It is only theirs.

I don't judge or laugh.
Friends with different races.
Yet I'm still evil.

It's the parents faults.
They teach them to think this way.
They're the ones to blame.

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