Spiritual lifestyle advice and guidance for modern women from bestselling author Alice Grist.
![]() I have been so inspired by the wonderful Layla Saad @wildmysticwoman and her call to spiritual white women to comprehend and process their white privilege. This poem arose as a result. I intend to film it, because I feel it needs saying and seeing. But for now... This Lucky White Girl By Alice B Grist A white girl So very lucky This lucky white girl Not seeing suffering in the detritus of my privilege. This lucky white girl. Oblivious In the fat realms of protection. My factor 50 Struggle blocked life It’s so easy for me, not so real, to speak of equality when I am equality. So I slapped that white, white boy who said he ‘hated fucking black ni**ers’ And I moved on Proud in my play But… A little scared. He wanted to kill me. Punched the fence. Stalked my imagination with his revenge. I know the fear of white men. Heart full of love but so little action. Studying your suffering at school. Sobbing into set texts, Then out for drinks. to forget, far too easily This lucky white girl Enamored and lost in your other your pain your history your wisdom your risings. Free to turn the page. Letting it go becoming blonder more iconically white. But always tipping my hat to the feminists and suffragettes Who reeled me and mine out of the maternal dark Being a Woman With tits and bits Is enough to weaken anyone’s resolve kill belief cause a pain. Enough to shutter up and to silence (My mother was gay. My father a witch. In the 1980’s… But second hand discrimination Is not a defense I should play) Not here. My white skinned privilege cannot stop with my daughters. For the equality that trips from my lips is creating a place where I stumble Not my present not my gift to give a hand holding reality busting leg up to say… I got you I got you I am here I see you I need you I love you For what I can give you Pales, pales, pales in it’s easy, easy, easy wisdoms. To your wisdoms so unheard held down turned around shut up and shot. Are the gifts this dire world needs. For it is pain that launches forward the Revolution our Evolution So I may be a stepping stone I will be this white girl, this lucky white girl your stepping-stone I won’t lament your suffering that my slave holding family caused… Maybe I should have mentioned that before… Fleshy ancestral demons. In denial So easy to dismiss To disregard Shhhh….. The whispered quiet confessions of mother to daughter are not always dripping in magic. Or love. So. In heart in action and in voice I will say, I am responsible In every lucky white girl ignorance. I am sorry. Is that enough? I am sorry. Is that enough? I am sorry. Is that enough? I know it is not enough. So I resolve to grow as I learn to hold space for all of us offering my lucky white girl passion as a door of sorts a leg up past my privilege that imprisons us both to something more More that I can imagine so enraptured Lucky white girl in the status quo beholden and betrothed. In leaving that and lifting you… So that you, me, we might enrich this parody this patriarchy (That should no longer be) With all of our ‘other’ So that we may be lucky together and rain down with a spectrum. A rainbow. Of what might be. Your daughters becoming as lucky as me. Alice B Grist As inspired by Layla Saad's letter HERE...
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