White Privilege ​

White privilege was born, foul smelling, conceived by pious heathens. A perfumed history, rewritten by enslavers, seeking heaven they created a hell we now live in.

Extorted by murder, white privilege grew with lynch mob terror. They feared only that our stank of smoky burnt flesh had ruined their best Sunday school vests.

White privilege was earned by pale cannibals, feasting in cacophonous joy while castrating African innocence, with raped Black women left to carry mixed messages.

Privilege him? Lower your eyes, voice, mind. Make his command your will to survive or face blood-hungry swarms of seething gangs seeking strong brown bodies to hang.

Privilege her? Slave mistresses selling their man’s brown babies. Rough breasted accomplices. Dry-eyed cries. And too frail-framed she says, to share his pus-filled shame.

Their privilege is a carnal gift -- by way of Ham or Cain or some other hazy mythical curse still feeding their diabolical frenzy, sanctifying this unholy man-made pathology.

Privileges, protected on high, by black robes blind to justice, shot thru by night riders, now called police officers. All rise! Again and again expose their guilt-fed fear of non-white skin.

No center can hold back the rising sad rage of those forced to kneel before butt raw pilgrims still sucking on their privileged reign, based in 400 years of blood, lies and pain.