Bequeathed with the benefits of inequality's grip,
Statements of "reverse racism" slip,
A term misunderstood, a concept flawed,
In a world where privilege writes its own code.
Centuries of pain, of systemic weight,
Cannot be reversed by a single debate,
For racism's roots run deep and wide,
In systems of oppression, where truths often hide.
To speak of reverse racism, a misnomer indeed,
For it ignores the power dynamics at full speed,
In a society where privilege reigns supreme,
No reverse discrimination is what it seems.
White privilege casts a long, enduring shade,
Where opportunities differ, foundations laid,
For a white person to claim victimhood in a system so biased,
Is to deny the truths that have long been advised.
It's not about individual acts alone,
But structures and histories deeply sown,
Injustice persists, regardless of intent,
In systems where inequality finds its cement.
So let's not muddy waters with misleading claims,
But confront realities, break through the chains,
Ridding ourselves of systemic racism is where true justice lies,
Acknowledging privilege, opening eyes.
Reverse racism, a myth to dispel,
In a world where inequality persists and still dwells,
Let's strive for equity, for fairness, for all,
Until every voice, every life stands tall.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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