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You have to be white to be privileged
An extract of a collaborative poem by Grace Bottrill and Chloe Clarke
Zero Hours
An extract of a spoken word poem by Grace Bottrill
Our world and lives ignite through colour
But somehow
We see one skin tone as duller
Than another.
There’s actually a lot of reasons why
But even if I tried
Explaining them all
There would be plenty more out there.
I am not a rich girl
By any stretch or smidge,
But my skin colour is my privilege...
For all those in dead end jobs, this is for you.
To all who, after wasting three years of your lives completing a meaningless degree
To end up waitressing for the foreseeable future, you’re not alone.
Some of these experiences are based on my own...
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