I hail from privilege, rare as smiling gold,
A world where education's gift I hold,
One of the few who tread the college floor,
With good housing, a job, and family's core.
Yet, I know this privilege doesn't bind my soul,
I'm autistic, a person, as a whole, With strengths diverse,
many struggles in my wake, Sad days, anxiety, pills I take.
Depression's grip, at times, holds me so tight,
Vomiting blood, a relentless fight.
Prescribed pills daily, coping with the strain,
Seeking solace through social bonds and pain.
But why deem me racist for skin so white?
I judge not by appearance, but by what's right.
Most people, I believe, possess a heart,
I teach love to children, a vital part.
I nurture them to grow, to be their best,
To rise above, transcending life's tough vest.
I teach and show, yet still, I'm seen as vile,
For being white, they cast me into a baseless trial.
Why am I deemed racist?
Never have I shown Hatred for any skin different from my own.
The racist who laughs, the racist who cries,
Denied mental services, tears in my eyes.
The racist, called a bug, a fly, mosquito,
White's deemed as wrong, unjust, a harsh veto.
Today, it seems, "racism" is often slung,
As if by birth, a different song was sung.
Labelled a racist by opposing voices,
Who claims it's only black, red, or choices?
I'm labelled a racist for my skin shiny, pale white,
You, as well, for your colour, will be in their sight.
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Shadows of Misunderstanding
PoetryThis poem addresses the theme of racism and societal perception. It delves into the complexities of racial identity and prejudice, and perceived double standards that all people are anything but people.
