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How I wish
Every passing time,
Every thought in your mind,
Rings through as
“Oh how I wish,
How I wish I was privileged.
How I wish I was white.”
A sullen somber night rocks you to sleep,
People crowding, yelling, fighting.
Nothing between you and them,
Except a white man.
A group of white men
Being stopped by one white man
Over a singular black man.
You’re thinking
“Oh how I wish,
How I wish I was privileged.
How I wish I was white.”
Your skin is a faint difference to you,
But to them it is the world.
It solves the problems,
It finds the blame.
Your name is known by everyone in town
But not for the right reasons.
They know you’re black
They know you’re a man
They don’t know you’re innocent.
But they still know you’re black,
And that’s all that matters.
Every night
You pray and hope,
“Oh how I wish,
How I wish I was privileged.
How I wish I was white.”
Yet,
Your prayers aren’t heard
Your innocence isn’t proven,
Your skin tone gets you murdered.
Every day after
Your mother thinks
And prays
And cries
“Oh how I wish,
How I wish I was privileged.
How I wish I was white.”
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My poem, How I Wish, was done for an English midterm project based on the novel To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. I feel that people today, especially our younger generation, have a lot more pride in who they are. However, I feel somewhat like I am able to relate to this because as a pansexual person there are times when I have wished and prayed that I could be "normal" and not be judged. I know that these are very different conflicts all together but the point I am trying to state is that as someone who has been oppressed, sometimes I wonder what would happen if I wasn't the minority.