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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.
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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...
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For all those in dead end jobs, this is for you.
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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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