White Man

Being white

White Man

I am a white man white

When I speak white words come out

I wear white suits to confuse you

And as camouflage in a crowd to lose you

I come in three colors

All of them are white

They are as follows:

White, whiter and sunlight

Mirrors reflect my state of mind

But not my color, which is mine

If I knew math I could make me twice

I could be double white

And therefore twice as nice

I was not born to mimic copy paper

Though I am as thin and just as white

I get lost in machinery and in snow storms

Not knowing which end is up

But I do know one thing. I am white

And much whiter than I was before