Colorblind

i'm a white, american girl
and i'm not allowed to complain...
complaining is rather bad form
..complaining just makes me a pain
i guess i complain anyway, all while saying
nothing.
I move through the world-
pleased pink and positive

i've been called insane
intimations thrown out
like I spend all this time planning to make things
difficult, uncomfortable, hard, messy; torn up, ripped away
and defaced
I've got it all...

I've got it easily
I should responsibly give back what I borrowed
my future the roof on my head
my perkiness bought me the car the money and the bed
...to put it all in

I reap what our ancestors sowed
And I see you seeing me read between lines
I remember the things I've been showed
But I tend to forget that I'm
old enough to know better
I forget that I'm rich and you're poor
I forget that what's black and what's white

I forget who is wrong who is right
and I love you
So I made a world
for myself
where I get to.

I made my rights
and you dare
to resent me in all of your proudness and might

but I worked my
ass off for freedom and air

you could let it surround you
you could stand up and care

so if I love you
and you remain in your cage
point out my station like it set your wage
well.. that's not my problem
I will not age like the rest
till the end of my bitter days.

I'm just you and you're just me
did it ever occur that we're here
cuz we're lucky and free
your body gets lit with delusional light-
leaves me..
colorblind

yeah, I'm the blind one I guess
& you're tight around your edges
and I'm too loose to test
and I'll continue... to choose to forget.
but you know...
it's their job to remind us
I guess