I Am From

I am from the automotive factory
Where they make cars
Be it Ford, GM, or some type hybrid of the two
Not a flashy Camaro or Corvette
Not a dependable and durable F150
But from hard work and great minds
Like the everlasting Suburban.

I am from European farm stock
And migrants on a boat
Who eat kolache and Svickova
And say “Takk for maten” after they eat.

I am from mature mothers and fathers
Who valued education
I am from a Warrior and an Illini
Parents with a sum of 3 degrees
And my total is 2.

I am from never having hunger
And always sleeping well
I am sheltered from all weather
And in a safe place
I am healthy and fit
Except for anxiety and depression
And 20 years of an eating disorder.

I am from the quiet and the serious
Who like to read and track time
I am from skin that peels
When too much time is spent in the sun
But not skin that peels from the whip
And the cancer of systemic racism.

I am one who has not sacrificed much
Covid-19 has rocked my world the most
Unlike the racism
That is America’s infection. 

I am one who gets what she wants
within reason.
I am white privilege.

By nancyrsantucci

Newly retired Texas educator who loves reading, exercising, cats, and hanging out with her husband.

4 comments

  1. WOW. The way you build this poem – talking about where you’re from (Michigan, perhaps?) and building from there. What I really admire and appreciate is how you bring us into a deeper, more critical look at where white privilege has brought you. We’re not expecting that as readers, but it makes perfect sense by the time you get to the end. We are the sum total of our experiences and interactions. This is beautiful and powerful. Thank you.

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