White Privilege Poem Novels & Stories

Here is a poem dedicated to this story by my friend, A piece of memory, a piece of my part, a piece that filled my empty heart. From getting bullied, to building my courage From leaving home to walking through the empty doors. Growing bit by bit, From step to step, Learning to live again by fulfilling my dreams, I say Years left by… Leaving my sight Never doing any wrongs Why the hell am I always wronged? Trusting you again Leaving the pains Why not getting it back in return Why am I always in the fault?

Whitney was doing her best to prove that she did nothing wrong, and began arguing against Wilbur, someone she thought of as utter garbage. Yet Wilbur merely smirked. "It's not wrong to chase money, but only if you get it with hard work, instead of relying on your looks, positioning yourself around the nearest rich man you can find. From the way you're selling yourself, you're no different from a hooker." "You…" Whitney had not expected Wilbur to have the nerve to say such a thing. The words struck her like a violent blow, making her face burn with humiliation as if she had been stripped naked and left on the street. She pointed a shaking finger at Wilbur but could not get a word out.

My race was the one wronged and the white one evil but that’s not it. A lot of you still remember the Palmville uprising. A lot of white people were injured and killed in that uprising. I started it, like the gasoline I was, I fuelled the hate and I didn’t care about the lives that were lost because I believed that all white people were racists but I was wrong. The names of the people that lost their lives that day are on the screen on my right, I am so sorry to their families.

"The plum blossoms wait for spring, enduring the frost in silence." God, I want to die. I clear my throat, stalling. “Uh, yeah. So… the poet is, like, really into waiting for spring.” Silence. I push forward. “You know… waiting for life to get better. Or whatever.” More silence. The weight of it crushes me. Wright tilts his head just slightly, his fingers tapping a slow, rhythmic beat against the spine of his book. A predator assessing its prey. "That’s it?"

However, the voice she barely hear mumbled, “That's why the white exist... to ultimately blind the cause of it...” Her heart tremble. The voice is deadly serious, and never-hear might fill the space of white, causing her mind to spun the longest ever. It vibrated about to all direction, before barely came to her mind... and clearly touch her heart with freezing might...

“He doesn’t live here.” “Oh, he lives with his wife in her own house,” he said derisively. “Valerie White, the woman who can afford to insult anyone without any consequences because of who her father is. I would give anything to see him right now receiving her insults without being able to do anything about it unlike before. The fear of poverty is truly the beginning of wisdom,” he said, laughing. “Why did you come here?” She asked, ashamed, but unwilling to show it. “To laugh at us?”

“'See me now, a ray of light in the darkness. Hear me now, my song in this dead place. Hold me now, if you dare to catch a glimpse of a puddle of blood. Don't ask me for anything, for I can only tell lies. You cannot escape once you venture inside the path of darkness. You ought to find of no such salvation, but deals and contracts that will not benefit you in anyway. Now, now, now. Heed my words and be more than amaze, for my words are not all lies.” The pure lies that are now turning into a white one. White lies that describes the boundary in between someone’s good deed and the darkness that the devil is trying to pull someone out and away from everything. Words and the song that disappoin

Yet in my previous life, that secret love had brought me nothing but suffering. Only then did I understand that Flora was never a good match for me. Seeing that I did not argue back, Flora's expression turned even more certain. She let go of me and spoke in a righteous tone, "Give it up, Vincent. I only see you as a brother. If something had truly happened between us yesterday… Well, I would have taken responsibility, but I would never fall in love with you. All I would feel is disgust!"

Avan ran his hand through his hair “I know what it sounds like and trust me, I am embarrassed as it is already. It is weird, and I have a gut feeling it is a trap.” Now, Nate took another sip “What trap?” “The white wolves are in hiding, Nate, what is the coincidence that one comes out of the blue and finds her way into Blue Villa.” “Or, she could have just been hunting for food and got caught.” “No, I asked around. She was traded.” “Okay, let me get you right. You feel something for a white wolf and decide she should take care of you.” Avan sighed. “It is more than that. She said she has no rank, but she has energy, Nate. Tough energy. She is lying.”

I don’t want to go down that road with him because I know that road won’t end well. It’s 5:00 am and I gotta get my ass ready for work. I didn’t think I would be working in an office, but Shayla helped me with my resume and the temp agency. They have been keeping me busy with a job, but since I don’t have many skills, I don’t get the opportunity to get paid that much. White privilege my ass, ain’t none of that shit going on here. I think that shit hit differently anyway, because that shit only works for the white people with money, because my bitch ass has been white since I was born and I’ve been struggling since I could remember.