Your minority reporting, discriminating
Labels make you scream
At me
WASP
White
Anglo-Saxon
Protestant
Middle-Class
And
Male
Thus you label me
And with it
You paint me
Enemy

And with it
You catalogue my evils against you
And you rail, righteously
And rightfully
Against predisposed claims of
Superiority, authority and dominance
From you, the minority anger
Shouts about and wraps me into scripts
Straight!
Patriarchal!
Sexist!
Materialistic man!
Establishment keeper!
Oppressor!
Unfair trader!
Consumer of goods and souls!
WASP! Male!

Thus, you label me.
Typing your script in fine and precise
Accusations, lashes
Slap me with the permanent writing
Of your label
For me
And I
Hurt

Why must you speak of me in such rage?
Cataloguing blame on me
Sorting me into boxes of wrongs
Throngs of prejudicial files
Filed away, sorted names
I have other labels, too
Divorced
Addict
Fatherless
Short
Too young
Too old
Unworthy
Insecure
Neurotic
ADD
Privileged…

Files those away and sort us together
Perhaps, just maybe, we are not that different – you and I
WASP’s wounds are wounds still
Put that in your minority report
And consider, just consider
We are all damaged goods