White Privilege Poem Novels & Stories

“You have no idea what this is like. You’re a fucking Empress. You’ve never struggled or worked for a damn thing. No one ever looked you in the eye and told you that you were useless and that you couldn’t achieve anything. No one ever told you your dreams were stupid and hopeless! You are the most privileged person I know! The worst thing that ever happened to you was me. Do you know how lucky you are? How-how trivial what I did was in the grand scheme of things? It didn’t even affect you for that long. Three years later and you’re already in love with someone else. Don’t you ever tell me that you understand. You don’t. You never will.” I was taken aback. Sure Cedric had yelled at me before

"And in all of that, across all these generations of throwing babies into the snow, not one single soul has ever tried to make a cure? A tonic? Even just something to calm the hunger the way you'd calm a fever? Nobody ever tried? Or were they all too busy obeying the rule to think of it?" "This is different, Liora." Gideon's voice had gone hard. "You don't understand what you're saying...." "It is not different. It is exactly the same." I was standing now, I don't even remember getting up, Mael stirring against my chest. "It's the same thing that's been done to me my whole life. Somebody decides what you are before you ever get to say a word. Wolfless. Useless. Cursed. Monster. And then ever

Her voice was like angels singing. “Little Dove,” Adrien said as she started to walk away, her head snapped around to face us. “My father used to call me White Dove, until he banished us.” She muttered, more to herself than to us. “What?” I said. Banished? What was she talking about? “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that out loud. I sometimes forget to use my inside voice, but it brought back a memory. Well, a dream." “What is your name?” I asked her as I saw a woman walk out. She gasped when she saw who we were.

“Miss, why do some people like to pretend that they are deaf and dumb? It was obviously those eight people who caused you to drown first, and you were even brought to the emergency room. They obviously knew what happened and they knew that those people almost killed you, but they are still speaking for those perpetrators! “What rights do they have? Thank God you’re fine. What’s the point of their apology if something had gone wrong?” The more Miss White spoke, the more agitated she became. She was obviously furious. Sienna reassured her, “I believe that not everyone in this world is unable to discriminate between right and wrong. Miss White, just wait. There will definitely be someone who wi

Everything is the fault of others, and she has no fault of her own. For a time, Britany Santos had no strength to speak. But she still forced out a sentence, "So, Dad, Amelia Brich,Bright Santos, Elisa White , and I all have to pay for this in order to fulfill your rich family dream? Do you still think you are innocent now? Are others forcing you like this? What about us? We deserve to be poisoned, deserve to live in pain? Does Bright deserve polio from birth? Does Elisa White deserve to being carried away from the beginning? Amelia Birch deserved to be threatened by the son insect in her body all his life? Dad deserves to live with a woman he doesn't love all his life? "

"I see parts of myself lost in space, trying to seek an identity. I see my parched soul yearning to be loved by someone." "Brilliant imagination!" Blackwheel commented, standing up. "All the centuries I have spent in this lonely world, I have learnt without doubt, the importance of leaving an innocent man alone. I understand that a huge portion of ourselves especially the white zones in us wants to dominate and show the world that we can do more than what they are imagining, that we can exceed expectations if they had the guts to take a close look inside our minds." "Where are you heading to?"

Serena instantly thought of Maxwell, a man who talked about love but had no idea what love was. Her heart went cold and she shook her head firmly. Judy sighed, her hand squeezing the glass tightening. "I trusted you before because I could feel that we are people of the same world, who originally had a good life, but were forced into another track, Serena, after I met Blair, I realized that privilege exists in this world, and what we ordinary people fear and respect, they can trample on at will, and if they make a mistake, more than a few people to whitewash them, it's so unfair."

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.

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

Melinda noticed the shift in my countenance and she paused, looking at me intently. "What's wrong?" Melinda asked, her voice sharp. "It's just that… I don't know. It feels wrong to divide folks by the color of their skin. It seems like we should be moving past that by now," I said, with a low and smooth voice. Melinda scoffed, "This isn't about race, it's about power. The white fraternity is the side of good, and the black fraternity is the side of evil. It has nothing to do with skin color."