The blank page stares back at me / white poet / and asks neither protest nor pandemic of my pen

and what a privilege to not have the words / what a privilege to  
stay silent and still be heard / skin / a white flag of surrender /
meaning “non-threatening” / or simply / “human” / what a privilege
to die of boredom / to know race only as theory / and not as target 
on my back / what a privilege to be unfazed / to know 
trauma only as postponed haircuts / and scraped knee sorrows / 
what a privilege to be student instead of statistic / to have the blank page stare back / 
and ask nothing of me / because it / is white too.  

By Emma Yahr