Aware of the problem, I sought to learn. 
I learned enough to
think the right way (on certain issues), 
buy the right books (but not necessarily read them),
not flaunt my privilege (or so I thought). 

But have I allowed the injustice to change me?
Have I changed how I spend my time, 
where I spend my money, 
who I listen to, 
what I think about? 

Concerned with doing the wrong thing, 
I do nothing.
Comfortable in my white privilege, 
I drop the cause when it becomes inconvenient.
I stopped working to change the 
one person I can change: me.