If I was white for the day …
what would I do with my whiteness,
Probably not what you think.
I’d go to that little boutique,
the one that has absolutely gorgeous couture.
I know I wouldn’t be followed –
Then I’d go to the bank
and browse the credit card pamphlets
at my leisure,
I know no-one would tell me
I need a job for one of those,
or ask the security guard to stand next to me –
Then I’d go to that little french patisserie place
with the croissants that have chocolate in them
and I’d buy a dozen of them.
I know they wouldn’t look at my hips
or ask me not to touch the food in the cabinet
or ask me how I intend on paying for those –
And then I’d apply for the house
round the corner
that I was declined for,
because I had ‘bad credit’.
I wouldn’t be checked or declined –
Finally, I’d go back to the store
that wouldn’t serve me
even though I was in line first,
asking me to wait for the white ‘lady’ behind me.
I’d run a huge purchase up,
getting her to package all my unpaid goods.
And when she was done,
I’d change my mind and go elsewhere.
I can, because I’m white.
And she was a bitch.
Not big things, would I do.
Just the little things, that I endure,
Just the little things I avoid –