I’m a White Chick

Clearly, I am too old to rap… but why should the young people have all the fun? In reality, the rhythm of this poem suggested itself, perhaps because of what I wanted to say when I set out to write it. It has been an education to meet, fall in love with, and marry my wife. She has to pay attention to events my privilege has allowed me to ignore.

I’m a White Chick

I’m a white chick, I can go anywhere

Wherever I show, nobody’s gonna care

Cuz I’m a white skin, the only kind that rates

I have the one skin that no other white skin hates

Whatever I’ve done I know its been by choice

And if you heard me you heard it in my voice

But now I see you and you are something rare

Uncommon beauty, all I can do is stare

I want you with me, come and be my wife

Stay always by me, share my joyous life

Why are you worried? It’s not their choice, it’s mine

I’m a white chick, it will all be fine

Oh no, I see now, I should have been aware

That some would hate us no matter how unfair

Why didn’t I know when strutting in my power

That being with you would turn some faces sour

Oh yes, I see now just how much the place is run

By good old white boys who don’t believe they’re done

Yes I’m a white woman, but I chose to be with you

And I am learning that no matter what I knew

What’s true is different and so very low and vile

They say you’re equal, but I see that all the while

They’ve set the table without giving you a seat

Now that I’m with you, let me just repeat

I’m sitting with you and I’ll learn what not to do

I won’t dismiss you, and we will walk on through

I’m a white woman, and I celebrate your skin

I love your difference… come on, let’s go in

We’ll stay together, I’ll learn a lot from you

We’ll share in all things, because I spoke the truth
   when I said the words “I do.”