My Privilege - White Guilt For White Folks Poem by Kevin Patrick

My privilege
Is that I can enter a store
And not be pursued like a common thief

My Luck
Is I can wave for a Taxi
And the driver does not scurry and flee

My prospects
Are better secured in a school
Where the teachers don't treat me like a disease


My freedom
Is I can walk down a street
And am not routinely assaulted by the police


My future
Does not automatically end
From the moment I set foot on this earth



Perhaps its white guilt
And I'm still blind to the truth
But I still have that privilege to breath