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white man sits at his table with a map of privilege

closes his eyes and places his finger carelessly
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Privileged White Man's Map

white man sits at his table with a map of privilege

closes his eyes and places his finger carelessly

upon whatever

whoever he might conquer next

his hands reach my body

so inconsequentially

so calcuolatory

so callously

as if my body could be reduced to a foreign canvas that he yearns to possess

white man loves to take what is not his and sell it as his own

pinpointing what he views as imperfections

leaving trails of hissing poison across what was once viewed as 'enough'

ignoring the wails of the generations of culture trampled underneath his American feet

white man does not like what he cannot understand

he does not understand that there are beauties that exist beyond his comprehension

he does not understand my body is not a thumping slice of land

opened wide for his colonization

he does not understand that i am not one who needs saving

who needs conquering

for this body

is a ferocious animal that was never meant to be tamed nor contained

it took her years to relearn

that her yellow skin was not the color of sickness but the color of radiance

that she should not born as she was with the intent to remake

for she is perfect

and she always was.

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