Priviledge at my feet
Walking down the street
In a town in India with a red, white and blue flag in my pocket
And a blue and yellow one forced into a locket? (ordspråk?)
Symbols I want to hide
But my white skin color fucking flaunts
Memories of streets in Stockholm with oppression calling me out my name
Fucking Faggot
That’s not my name
Unless you’re a faggot just the same
Priviledge and oppression
Sifting and shifting Rapid flowing river flowing down the mountain side stumbling tumbling, caterpoulting over the cliff
What a ride
Comprised of things I just can not abide
Cuz no matter how hard we clench our fists we never really reach the point of dismantling the power of the white straight man.
As he arrogantly boasts ”can’t touch this”
He used to be the one I most wanted to kiss
But since I became a feminist for real he usually just gets my diss
When I was 20 I joined the riot grrrl-revolution
Abruptly awakened by Kathleen Hanna’s and Courtney Love’s screams
It was time to break patriarchy at its seems
And when second wave feminists say I am priviledged as a man they ignore that I am not a man but a genderqueer femme fighter
Hardly a gender presentation given power
They ignore the fact that every hour I walk down the street peoples perceptions run down a thin pink never a straight line serpentine of tranny, faggot and are you a boy or girl
I have been raped, threatened, kicked and the streets are not safe for me
But I refuse to succumb to fear
Straight men don’t let faggots into their world
No hand shakes
Or power-making pats on the back
It’s more like stones thrown in packs
Threats to make our bones break
And harrasment till our head aches
Or gestures to hurl
So to you, straight white girl
I do admit being partially percieved as male and male socialized can sometimes give me some priviledge
But it is me and not you who gets beaten up for wearing heels on my way home

Still the whole world is at my white western priviledged feet
80 percent of the time we are in the worlds drivers seat
Those who say ”sometimes it hurts more to acknowledge your priviledges than to be oppressed”
Must be second-guessed
Priviledge pains
But it is only a headache
That you have the priviledge to ignore by taking advil, tylenol or any ole over the counter drug
It’s a come and go as you please
But oppression hovers over you 24/7
It’s a only being hired at 7/11
It’s a getting blamed for 9/11
It’s a white people trying to take center stage with their guilt
Crying out our problems with priviledge and calling it critical whiteness
Making antirasism be about us is the reproduction of global white supremacy
An antirasist movement can never succeed
If white people insist on being the ones to lead
But that doesn’t give us the excuse to rest on our priviledges
Rather the obligation to become active allies of the radical antiracist movement
That means calling out rasism every time it rears its ugly head
And supporting political people of color in what they say and have said

And to white people
Cis-men
Straights
Upper’n’middle-classes
Able-bodies
And westerners
Who never seem to tire of saying the same old lines of fire
To the people they’ve oppressed for thousands of years
Like:
WHY ARE YOU SO ANGRY?
DON’T BE SO SENSITIVE
GOD, DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO BE SO POLITICAL WITH YOU?
Yes, everything’s political and I’m not gonna talk to you about video games
But fuck you very much just the same

And if they/we aren’t totally ignorant to others lack of rights
They’re busy playing messiahs leading oppressed groups fights
Treating it like a game
And than taking all the fame
Because it has nothing to do with survival for them
How come most idolized historical activists are straight men?
Since when were their lives on the line?
Usually I think they’re doing just fine
My heros are the ones who clench their fists together for their right to exist
For a world of no borders and no nations
For stopping all deportations
And the next time I hear any moanings or groanings of guilt
About how haaaaaaard it is to be priviledged
From straights to queers
From whiteys to people of color
From members of the 1/3-world to members of the 2/3 world
A slap in your face would be in its place
Your headache is someone elses constant-constant-honking-late night-car crash reality
SO PLEASE STOP CRYING!