White girl oh white girl
Please don’t touch my hair
Oh White Girl at Barnard
You guys are everywhere
In a city as big
As this mega-metropolis
I am shocked and surprised
You revel in ignorance’s bliss
But you read, write, and create
For the Ivy League you were born
New York’s opportunities are endless
Yet you rarely leave your dorm
You question great philosophers
And read complicated manifestos
Write papers on globalization
And the dangers of asbestos
You can debate how America’s power usurpation
And disregard for slave labor
Fuels Third World economies
And tips all politics somehow in our favor
Yet you sit here and ask me
How you can get hair like mine
And ask why people still complain about racism
While in your perspective, everything seems “just fine!”
The next time you see me passing
Without my curly head bowed
Know that for some reason at Barnard
It’s always my job to be loud.
Remember education is a privilege
Humility can’t be taught
And feminism goes beyond
Your own circle of thought.
