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.