White Is Not
White is not an identifier.
White is not a culture.
I am white, but
White is not me.
White is a lower level of melanin.
White is not a nation.
White is not a goal.
I am white, but
White is not me.
White is a part of the Medicine Wheel.
White is not an ideal.
White is not right.
I am white, but
White is not me.
White is the lightest color and is achromatic.
White is not a heritage.
White is not a way.
I am white, but
White is not me.
White is the reflection of most wavelengths of light.
White is not more.
White is not less.
I am white, but
White is not me.
White is a canvas that still looks beautiful when colour is applied.
Dick Passmore
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Dick Passmore
Creator. Disruptor. Advocate. Ally.
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