white boy entitlement jasmine yang

The words you mutter Under your breath, I hear them

The looks you give When you think I am not looking, I feel them

You whisper into my ears, Your tongue laced with venom and your breath reeking of bigotry, I Do Not Belong And

You Are Better Than me

Know your place white boy Know that you don’t belong any more than I do on this land we call home Know that your ancestors lied, and manipulated, and raped, and slaughtered, and abused, and Do. Not. Forget. For a single moment of your existence That we stand on ground stained by the sacred blood of thousands before us

Know that your language isn’t any more beautiful or eloquent Than the one my mother and father speak in Know that your religion isn’t any more holier than mine And the blood running through your veins isn’t pure

Remember all that The next time you speak to me, And the next time you breathe. x

WORDS by JASMINE YANG