I see what you did there, White Supremacy!
You have hid yourself from view, once again.
You've put my black siblings at the front.
And that is huge!! And I'm so grateful.
But that is your game of hide and seek.
Your diadems still show to this frank heart of mine.
You cannot fool an ego that has crushed long ago.
My wings have been seared at the altar of lies.
I can't be fooled any more than children's eyes.
I see what you did there, White Supremacy!
You've taken the table away from your enemies.
We stand around it waiting for our turn
But you've chosen to deliberately delay the burn.
I will not be chosen, nor will she, nor will he or they.
But we don't know that yet, we wait at your mouth.
Our breaths still heave along with yours as we learned to do.
And we don't even look at each other, what's the use?
Survival taught us to latch on to your sordid ruse!
I see what you did there, White Supremacy!
You've fucking avoided the question by speaking for all.
You always know what's Right, you invented no Left.
The eye of the needle is too small for your smoke and mirrors.
You've used this tiny hoop far too long, you're lonesome
and fearful of everything real, complex, and sublime
Like a disturbed toddler who has found an ax, you rule
With no clue how to wield that power you had stolen.
It's not been granted you, you forced it upon yourself.
I see what you did there, White Supremacy!
You've no more innocence, no hint of beauty.
You've stolen lands, gold, and freedoms far and wide.
But let's not talk about them, let's reduce your size.
Let's not talk about why America even exists on shoulders
of races and tongues and spaces and looted art.
Let's focus on your affordable guilt in black and white.
Avoid the question, the confrontations as long as you can:
"Where do stories come from for inspiration in our church?'
I see what you did there, White Supremacy!
You've lost so much of the global story, but that's ok by you.
You've made minions of hungry activists, friends of foes.
You've even made a language of your own.
"Privilege", what's that? You're gaining from racism, that's what!
Privilege is stealing the honor of the word and goods of the world.
I see, I know, I count, I wait, I go to war against you.
Not even bloodlines can gray those raised as your descendants.
Their color doesn't make them our allies, we know them!
I see what you did there, White Supremacy!
You've earned your two-word curse to start a war among us.
But this was never about color, creed, or race or grace, no.
This was about your myth of whiteness against the others.
There is no white but only your dominant cultural might.
This is the last time I address the demon that is you.
My siblings need me, my lineage, style, and rhythm needs reclaiming.
My attention is power, I'll give it to my warrior friends.
We will form our bonds robust, enlightened, and rejuvenated.
