White Guilt Poem One

My whiteness

Oppresses me

Like a suit too small

Or shoes too tight

The suit and shoes

are the clothes of my culture

my outdated culture!

my irrelevant culture!

white are my chains

white is my sin

kept in a cubicle

and adrift in reports

I cry out

but the black janitor

pretends not to hear

His authenticity ignores me

as he pretends to sweep

what whites have

carelessly left behind

my disposable culture!

my impermanent culture!

Oh for the sweet darkness

of a thousand vultures

to consume my

White skin

Janitor, my car is yours.


I am Laslo.



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