I am angry, white woman.
The guilt, it is killing me.
A world hates me, white woman.
The great white heritage, pain,
shackling people to suffering,
this bondage enrages me,
breaking me far sooner than
ever it broke former friends.

Nice is condescending,
offers of collaboration is theft,
stealing dignity from a proud people.
I, the terrible “them”.

White woman, white, blank.
Those who’d been erased,
picked up the pencil
to teach empathy.
‘I’ means nothing,
sugar cane revenge.
the white of me now,
what did, does it mean?

How did this whip get in my hand?
I did not pick it up!
I would never swing it;
would probably hurt myself.
no dominatrix, no cowboy.
I have no use for it.
Why is it still here ??!!
Don’t Look at me that way!

What have I done, white woman,
to deserve your disdain?!
Have we met?
I must be losing my mind?
Jesus, I don’t remember this past.
Had to, right?
Or else, why put this in my hand,
and ask me to pose?