White women won’t weep Of accessories lost and lovers of color Of the shades of nostalgia Most luminous A ship set sail The lighthouse turns But who the light, who the house, and who the vessel escaping? Perhaps, questions are queer And her mind, unplagued Or rather, rendered writhing Of Disney paradigms Care, Karen, care For the laughs gone missing and the heart disappearing That you unknowingly chased Chaste and ignorant And powerful and proximal And weak Get your man And your brother And your cisters, too Get them off my back And chase them as you must Just stay the hell away from me What once felt like protection Is now a privileged jab Vexatious, envious, withholding My friendship not your purse My penis not your pepper spray Do you cry, once friend? Do you even miss me, and others like me? Do you even know what you’ve lost? Did you ever see my complexity? Can you ever know yours? I laugh at your existence as You laughed at my jokes and laugh at my existence I cannot fathom how you live as you cannot feel how I’ve felt How are you scared when I’m the one in danger From people like you and your family I ask myself if we are too far apart And I ask myself if others will be writing this poem about me The white woman past