Cultural Plunge

I live in a bubble.

A constant comfort zone

of whiteness

of passing

of privilege.

My life is spent

watching,

curious of the unknown,

perpetually bubbled.

Never leaving, experiencing, doing.

Wherever I venture, I find

whiteness

English

appropriation.

Leaving the bubble or

bursting the bubble?

Neither, really.

White faces take over

Brown spaces.

Claiming all as our own.

Refusing recognition.

Refusing responsibility.

I live in a bubble.

Guilt ridden with privilege.

To escape my bubble is to

escape my privilege.

How?

Passport unused, gathering dust.

Wanderlust boiling over.

To burst the bubble is to

leave a position of power.

To accept the position of

minority.

Unattainable here.

Til then,

I live in a bubble.