
This white privilege we are constantly speaking of,
deconstructing and reconstructing trying to make sense of
this ginormous power at hands of old white men.
Everything is tied to money and lots of greed.
Green greedy money like a little goblin
that chases diamonds and gold and blood.
Everything is covered in it.
Old old blood from my ancestors
(Mexicans were slaves once, we all have our histories/herstories),
black blood thats made invisible and permanent on crisp
dolla dolla bills y'all!

I'm still grasping vocabulary to express my oppressions here in this little 115lb body.
Little mexican salvadorian body.
this little 20 going on 21 year old body.
this 5'2'' but suddenly I feel a lot shorter body.
This gayness thats stuck en mi corazon.
This melanin thats stuck en mi piel, en mi sangre.
This genitalia stuck conveniently in between thighs and piernas buenas.
At least I can walk and talk right?
At least I can spell my name right?
At least every time I was raped I didn't end up pregnant
or I mean in a pool of blood at planned parenthood right?
RIGHT?!!!
Those are my privileges;
to be able bodied and intelligent enough to go to school here,
a slice of white resources,
to pull up the rest of my people
and hold a sense of guilt for eating 3 full meals every day.

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