Color of Privilege

I am powerfully pale!

Yet, so extremely frail,

Yet

Tucking my seared, scorched tail,

As the piercing rays of Earth's most powerful sun challenge this claim.

I am powerfully pale, they say!

Engulfed, I struggle to hide amidst browns of varying shades,

Enraged, and in so much pain.

I am powerfully pale, I'm told.

Why am I held down?

Violated so?

Blackened, bruised and tossed in the refuse...with other pales and browns, totally confused.

I was at the poll, I matter, I'm told.

I guess we only matter when we are told, then obey?

When you need us to support total control?

When you need to spew your privileged misery upon us?

When you finally need a soul?

Womanly wisdom we share through rainbows,

Through the ages, the truth of a collective power lay at the v of our gates,

Laboriously bursting forth with each metered and spaced the same.

The differences, just flavors of the same primordial soup, biological steps of a time honored waltz.

We all should be powerful. Yet.. pale prevailed because pale couldn't bare to step on pale to build kingdoms.

Pale prevailed because it could reconcile standing on the backs of the weaker sex.

Pale prevailed because it saw brown and stepped on him; they are not me they declared!

I'm powerfully pale I'm told...

I'm the weaker sex I'm told...

I'm too poor I'm told...

I'm told I shouldn't speak...

I'm too much...

Piece of Meat...

I'm apart of you! Can't you feel me, see yourself in the reflection of my tears?

Dear one, I am unable to have hate; for we are all unique hues of the same tapestry. One day you shall see.

Dear