White Privilege

I am white; But you don’t know which white I am
I have white privilege; I’m super white

Born in a third world country without electricity or water
Getting to Canada the was number one priority of my father
I made it here by four, and “Caspar” was the name some had for me in store
But instead of going through walls, I’d run right into them.
I am white; But you don’t know which white I am

Love bubbles on my shoulders burst like splish-splash
I sit with empty chairs so empty won’t be empty
People come, they take the chair, and then they dash
I am white; But you don’t know which white I am

“I want to SEE you; I want you to SEE me
I don’t want to give that up” was said in Waking Life
So why don’t people ever look into my eyes at me?
Am I that much of an anomaly, anomaly, anomaly?
I am white; But you don’t know which white I am

Why do they ask me which white I am, when I believe this white isn’t right?
Yet they pretend to know me, because they knew someone else who was a “little” white
Every single day, it’s every single minute, all the time
Now, even right now, I can’t see far
Crossing the street, ordering a meal, or wondering who the fuck you are
I am white; But you don’t know which white I am

Some believe I’m Danish, some believe I’m from outer space
I’m been spit on, uninvited, given a death threat, and the weirdest gaze
I’ve heard all sorts of names, including Powder from that movie
But why not Eminem or Bono, to make me more of a celebrity?

I’m isolated, yet I stand out everywhere
I look ahead and rise above, having this to share…

I’m an “invisible” minority; you can see right through me
Yeah, I’m transparent and won’t leave you with an unfulfilled fantasy
I call myself a blind visionary, but really
You know, I’m a blind Pakistani albino

What’s your privilege? What’s your super power?