issue 2: oct 2015, Poetry
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Privilege by Iqra Shahzad

Privilege by Iqra Shahzad

They say we all bleed red

Yet the privileged

Sitting on a throne of my people’s bodies

Don’t bleed at all.

My skin, thick, rich,

Silk

Becomes paper thin.

Your words

Are daggers

Tearing through my core,

Cutting at my bleeding soul.

This is racism.

This is privilege.

Can you see me

Behind the curtain of White lies?

You can find Iqra Shahzad on instagram. Illustration by Francine.

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