Thinking

You don't have to be white, to be privileged.

Although my skin is not porcelain like china

and my hair is not straight like paper,

I know I can be arrested without meeting the reaper.

Although my mom tells me not to speak spanish in a place I do not know

And my grandmother gets told to go back to Mexico,

I know if I were to die, my murderers would do time.

Although my hair is not golden blonde,

And my skin does not burn in the sun

I know I am less likely to be killed for going on a run.