What’s it like to be white, 

To be male, straight, and right—

To rule the world like it’s mine

Or a mine to mine all the time

With the phallus in the hole,

Dredging up depths dreadful,

So I can have one more jewel

In my crown conventional

Like some pirate king of the night,

Working on the dark side of light,

Making myself to be a shining knight,

Who saves with the almighty might

Of a god who favors those best

Who work to overcome the rest

And enslave the others with treachery,

Speaking words that seem of peace

But are of a smooth silver tongue

That condemns all to gallows

Whereat upon all are hung

Like poor and pierced swallows,

Dangling from the limbs of the

Tree of life which has been done

Away with in a forsaken paradise,

Once named eden, which now lies

Desolate, despondent, and alone—

Like the man that I am to be:

A strong and solitary stone

Which can withstand even me?