White Bitch

"Look at that white bitch. She's white as snow. Hey white bitch. Hey snow. I'd tear your ass apart. Hey white bitch! HEY!"
I ignored you as you drove past.
It was four in the morning,
And I don't live in the best part of town.
But your words echoed within me all day.
White bitch.
Snow.
White bitch.
If I had, for one second called you Mexican, or Black, or Indian, or Asian you would have spat the word Racist at my feet,
Like you spat the words "white bitch" at my face.
When I was a little girl,
I visited the Muskogee reservation in Oklahoma.
I was only a little girl,
Visiting my family.
My cousins laughed at the color of my skin because I was so pale.
They called me Snow.
They laughed at me and called me Snow
even though the blood of our shared ancestors runs like deer through my veins.
They called me Snow
even though we had the same long dark hair.
They sang "Snow White glows at night"
and smeared dirt in my face,
over my arms,
and threw rocks at my legs while I cried.
I was only a little girl.
I'm a grown woman now,
And I understand childhood cruelty,
But you,
Yelling white bitch out of your car window,
You reminding me that I live on the wrong side of town,
You
Spitting the word Snow at me.
You became the embodiment of what bigoted racism looks like today.
the nameless, faceless voice of a rage induced monster
screaming at me through your car window.
That's right.
I didn't even see the color of your skin.
I didn't need to,
Because when you opened your hate filled mouth
to spew those words at me,
You ceased to exist as a human being.
You became a thing.
A nasty, cruel ugly thing
that clawed at the edges of my thoughts all day.
I want you to feel
like the heartbroken, battered
and dirt laden little girl I once was.
It didn't matter what the color of your skin was.
What mattered was what came out of your mouth.
White Bitch.
Snow.
White bitch.