White Woman Spirituality

I haven’t written a poem in a while, but I have something for you! Before you read it as an attack on anyone though, I just want everyone to understand that the biggest target here is myself. I’m not really trying to criticize anyone. Just having a few thoughts.

White Woman Spirituality

How do I dare approach?

My people have already put a claim on everything,

a brand sticker, a price tag, and I

am another one, stinking of patchouli

sniffing around the appropriated edges of what has never been mine.

I am a stigma on myself.

Betrayed by inherent adherence to stereotype

skin so white, yoga pants so tight,

(The gurus say to do it, but

giving up lattés is so hard, y’know?)

the more I protest that,

“I am different”

the more we sound the same.

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Writer, ranter, singer, weirdo. Enthusiastic about life in general and grammar specifically.

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