If I was white for the day …
what would I do?
probs not wotcha think.
i’d go shopping.
1st to that little boutique,
the one that has absolutely gorgeous couture,
even though its prices are waaaaaaaay to inflated.
i’d browse.
and not be followed.
then I’d do the bank.
just the credit card pamphlets,
at my leisure of course.
i know no-one telling me
‘yah need a job for one of those’,
or ask security to stand next to me.
next I’d do lunch at that french patisserie place –
with the croissants that have chocolate in them!
i’d point to the food cabinet as many times as i like
and ask a tonne’a questions about ‘what’s that made from’;
knowing no-ones calling the manager or asking me how I intend on paying for anything here.
over lunch, i’d ring and apply for the house
round the corner
that declined me on sight.
after lunch, i’d go back to the store
that wouldn’t serve me,
asking me to wait for the ‘lady’ behind me.
i’d run up a huge purchase,
getting her to package all my unpaid goods.
and when she was done,
i’d change my mind and go elsewhere.
not big things, would I do.
not big things, to you.
call it, ‘exorcising my demons’.
the little things, that i avoid,
not being white.
and as a twist of fuck you fate,
i’d post the video footage of my day on FB,
quoting: ‘NZ is racist as fuck’.
kpm ©
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