White Privilege Poem Novels & Stories

I answered. "White? Why?" He asked. "Because white is peaceful, it makes me calm and soothe my nerves. It is cold and it has its beauty" I answered. "But, white changes colour very frequently" He replied. "Means?" I asked. "White is plain, uncoloured. If you add any colour it will change its presence. Then, it will be no more white while... Black, No matter how many colours you add to it never loses its existence." He said looking into my eyes.

------------ "And I pick myself up And I dust off the words You tried to stick me with 'Cause I know words are words Angry little vowels And conscientious letters Surrounded by derogatory question marks And accusatory exclamations. And at the end of the day I remember words are power (But only power if you believe them) So I pick my vowels and my letters And I stick myself with my own word: Strong I am Strong.." -----Raven White

Maybe one day my talent will get me somewhere better in life. Ah ,grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog, who comes to the back door for a crust,for a meatless bone , I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you, your own corner,a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish . You think I don't know you've been living under my porch. You long for your real place to be readied before winter comes . You need your name, your collar and tag, you need the right to warn off intruders, to consider my house your own and me your person and yourself my own dog . A poem by Denise Levertov.

Another girl says from the opposite direction, snapping my attention to her. They envy me. They all envy me. I won't judge them, because the truth is, I am beyond privileged compared to them. But woe unto them, this isn't as easy as they think it is. They have no idea what I have to do. But as I said, I also deem myself fortuitous irregardless of everything. "There is absolutely nothing special about this whore!" Shit!

A Song With No End" she paused and recited from memory, "when Whitman wrote, "I sing the body electric" I know what he meant I know what he wanted: to be completely alive every moment in spite of the inevitable. we can't cheat death but we can make it work so hard that when it does take us it will have known a victory just as perfect as ours."

“All that are just theories manufactured by some privileged Alpha to get rid of us.” Us? The fact that he used that word is enough to tell that he doesn’t see himself as a normal wolf like us. “You have been poisoning my wolf and me. And I overheard your conversations. That alone proves that you are bad.” “There are bad people everywhere, Dr. White. Your people call themselves the good wolves, yet every day, there is a case of gruesome death, rape, dehumanization, crime, and whatnot. You are no better. And no, we are good people.”

LYRA White. That was the first thing I saw. Everything was white. Not like walls or snow, nothing from the world I knew. This was different. It was the kind of white that existed before color was invented. Absolute. Total. Like standing inside pure light, but without any warmth or texture. Just this vast, infinite nothingness that hadn't decided what it wanted to be yet. I was standing. I didn't remember deciding to, I was just… here. "Sky?" I tried to say. The word just vanished the moment it left my mouth. Not an echo, not silence. Just gone. Absorbed by the white like it had never been spoken.

There were no mythological women from the past who had overcome the oppression of men and their mighty fists who could possibly inspire the women to fight to protect their way of life so much as empowerment and a nice stipend for joining the military. As she rounded the corner, White heard words that sounded like the lyrics to a patriotic song to her--or a dare. “You will never get me to talk!” That had to be Lightning, and the desperation in the young woman’s voice made White think Mother Jaguar was close to finding a breaking point. It seemed as if White’s timing was perfect, despite the alarm going off in her info tab that let her know President Violet had entered the building.

"The 'White Man'... he said we were a mistake. Are we?" "We are the Beautiful Mistake, Hope," I said, walking toward them and kneeling in the snow. I took her hands in mine, ignoring the static that bit at my palms. "The West wants a world where nothing ever breaks. But if nothing breaks, nothing ever grows. We are the 'Too Much' energy that keeps the world from turning into a stone."

Bernice cried, "Mom and Dad are gone." "It's impossible!" Dylan exploded in anger. He denied it as he rushed from room to room, shouting, "You're all just pretending! When I left, Mom and Dad were perfectly fine. How could they suddenly be gone?" Bernice shook her head. "Why don't you believe me? Mom and Dad are truly gone. They were poisoned to death. The doctor said that they kept calling our names before they passed. We're not worthy of being their children." Andrew and Sally were the best parents in the world and had devoted everything to Dylan and Bernice.