Play That Funky Music... Poem by Francie Lynch
Play That Funky Music...
Rating: ★4.5
I was born
With white privilege;
Irish ethnicity at that.
Remember their holocausts!
Occupied, evicted, lynched, starved, hedge-schooled;
Refugees on their own land,
And on and on, and so on
For seven hundred years.
These things were before my time,
But not Granda's.
It's so very true, I was born with white privilege,
But not white entitlement
Saturday, June 6, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: bigotry,birth,england,europe,ireland,nation,prejudice,racism
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5/4/2024 7:50:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
and white the name of transgression of humanitarian rights... .