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written by: Emily Vieweg



It is dangerous to write this poem.
My whiteness opens the door.

I face the world without
fear of arrest for wearing a hoodie and
driving too fast and I can always
cry if I get pulled over because
my child is in the back seat and the casserole is
in the oven and I just need to get home.

If I had a different name I might be
booed at a rally or just
not taken seriously by men in robes
(like they should matter)

I head home to a teen and a toddler
both also privileged in their whiteness
blonde hair
blue eyes
I didn’t make them white on purpose.

Sometimes privilege doesn’t follow me -
when I go to the clinic
for my birth control, only to be beaten over the soul
with pro-birthers who turn their backs
after the baby is born.

It is dangerous to continue.

Emily Vieweg

Emily Vieweg

Emily Vieweg is a poet and playwright originally from St. Louis, Missouri. Her work has been published in Foliate Oak, The Voices Project, Red Weather Literary Magazine, Soundings Review, Art Young's Good Morning, Proximity Magazine and more. Emily's debut chapbook "Look Where She Points" is available from Plan B Press. She lives in Fargo, North Dakota where she is a mother of two, pet parent, data processor and adjunct English instructor.
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