Black Privilege
third year aysha jerald
To my white friend who asked me about my “Black Privilege”
It’s true
That affirmative action helped me sneak into this school
I’m able to walk confidently down the halls
Because I know that my 3.8 GPA and 30 ACT score had nothing to do with it
I’m so privileged
To know that the employment offices are practically begging me to apply
So that they can plaster my face on their website
And claim diversity
Adversity
Is just a figment of my imagination
A fear yet to take shape
Because my people and I know how to revolutionize each day.
All we need is a gunshot, a hashtag, and a protest
For things to go our way.
I really can’t complain.
For I live in world that has treated me just and fair
Streamlined with envy, checkered with care
Because here,
People like me have to keep our hands at ten and two
even if a siren is just passing by
make sure the officer knows we go to a privileged White Man’s University
make sure he realizes why
Work innocence into our tones
Turn our strength down a notch
We’re lucky
We’re blessed
We’re alive
Up until we’re not.
We’re not
privileged
if our benefits were given to us out of blood, sweat, and tears
if we keep having to fight each and every year
if the fight to be somebody puts us at odds with our peers
if our hope for the future hadn’t disappeared
the moment you asked me
about my “Black Privilege”
I can’t rest
With this “figment of my imagination”
This “fear yet to take shape”
Adversity is real
And privilege is not a Black Man’s trade
My friend,
Affirmative action didn’t get me into this school.
I did.
So, whether you understand or not
I walk confidently down these halls
Because I know I earned my spot
I’ll get that job with that company
Because they’ll see my skills
They’ll recognize the will
Of a person who always tries their best
Who maintains a 3.8 GPA
And scored a 30 on the ACT test
My friend,
We’ll fight hard for ourselves
But we’ll fight harder for you
For you to see the truth
Because we’re not less than
or more than
We’re equal
to you