Nice White Lady
I sip my coffee in pink cotton ease,
Mourning a life that comes with no fees.
Journaling woes in pastel ink,
While the world outside begins to sink.
Women bleed where bombs don’t pause,
Children cry for broken laws.
But I; I pace my villa floor,
Worried I’m not something more.
Five minutes of effort, one day of grief,
Then mourning my millionaire motif.
I call myself woke — I scroll, I see —
But truth is, I don’t bleed like she.
No threats at my door, no war in the sky,
Just AI whispers that I’m a lie.
Skills replaced, relevance worn,
A legacy dull, an ego torn.
What right have I to moan or preach,
While others claw for the lives they seek?
Yet here I sit, untouched, ashamed,
A hypocrite by no other name.
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A raw, unfiltered exploration of privilege, guilt, and the quiet contradictions of comfort. This downloadable PDF offers a deep, original analysis of Nice White Lady—a bold, introspective poem that confronts performative empathy and moral discomfort in the face of global suffering. Includes space for personal reflection or classroom notes.
Format: A4 | Printable | Ideal for literary study or reflective journaling
