fucking white people

i have to deal with them on a daily basis, and it hurts my heart. it makes me furious listening to them, and what they have to say: their excuses, their lies, their bullshit. i finally gather the courage i possess to let them know that what they say is inappropriate, that it makes me feel marginalized, and they say they fucking get it. they say they are liberal, they understand world issues. they’re my precious friends; how could they ever intentionally hurt me? god, i wish i could spit in their disgustingly smug faces. i wish i could pounce on their backs and beat them with the same words they try to drown me in. they’re the ones who are so blind, so sweetly innocent in their hatred. they’re comfortable in their oozing filth. most of the time, i can’t even say anything. i’m outnumbered. their claws join together and they hiss that i’m being too sensitive, that what i’m saying doesn’t make sense. even the white-passing poc are so fucking quick to try to bypass what i have to say, what i want to shout. even when i try to be nice, and they ask for my help in learning a new language, even though i tell them over and over again i don’t speak it, i lend them books, and they steal from me. they fucking do what they have always done. shut their eyes, take, and scream you’re not being nice enough. i want to watch their bodies squirm, their eyes twitch, their fingers dance because i have made them uncomfortable. because i have made them see what they are. i want them exposed.