"In 2013, the [Black Lives Matter] movement began with the use of the hashtag #BlackLivesMatter on social media, after the acquittal of George Zimmerman in the shooting death of African-American teen Trayvon Martin. Black Lives Matter become nationally recognized for its street demonstrations following the 2014 deaths of two African Americans: Michael Brown, resulting in protests and unrest in Ferguson, and Eric Garner in New York City."

The topic white people don't want to speak on. The topic white people roll their eyes at. The slogan white people don't chant back.

To start with, let's talk about white privilege. Have you all heard Macklemore & Ryan Lewis' latest song, "White Privilege II"? This almost nine-minute song inspired me to write this article today. As a white woman, I hold so much privilege that I take for granted every day. People don't lock their car doors when I walk by. People don't hold their purse tighter when I pass them. People say hello with eye contact on the street. People aren't inherently afraid of me. I can basically do whatever the hell I want. I get let off easier in all situations in the law, I receive better-paying jobs, and I don't get randomly searched at airports. Nobody thinks I am a terrorist, no one thinks I'm going to jump them, and I promise you -- no one is scared of me.

I have so many more opportunities handed to me because of the color of my skin, something I was born with and in no way can change. I never began at the same starting line.

"What the American dream fails to mention is that I was many steps ahead to begin with." -- "White Privilege II"

So let's talk about it. Of course all lives matter. But the problem is that police don't stop me on the street, people with my skin color aren't getting shot for putting their hood up and walking the other way. White people like me don't have to be on their best behavior at all times in fear that they'll get arrested if they don't. My mother never had to have the safety talk with me, and she told me to always look for a police officer -- they're here to help.

The problem is that white men of age 15-34 are most likely to die from freak accidents, like a car crash or a stroke, while black men of age 15-34 are most likely to die from homicide. Black American men are12 times more likely to die from homicide than anywhere else in the world.

The crazy thing is that it isn't just men. The stereotype that a "large black man" is going to hurt you is very much real, but, the stereotype lives in women, too. Black women are getting shot just as often, are getting pulled over by the police for no reason, are being suffocated in jail cells for a drug charge.

Yet people say: "White people are killed by cops, too! It's not just the black people! Police are just doing their jobs when people act crazy, regardless of race!"

Michael Brown. Trayvon Martin. Eric Garner. Dontre Hamilton. John Crawford. Ezell Ford. Dante Parker. Tanisha Anderson. Akai Gurley. Tamir Rice. Rumain Brisbon. Jerame Reid. Tony Robinson. Phillip White. Eric Harris. Walter Scott. Freddie Gray. Sandra Bland. Darrian Hunt. The list goes on, and on, and on. This is not an exhaustive list.

There are six times as many white people in the United States as there are African-Americans. Of course they're also going to get shot, but more times than none it's because of a serious charge -- trying to shoot a cop, trying to kill someone else, bringing harm to many people, or being dangerous to the general public.

So how dare you say that white lives matter in the promotion of black lives. How dare you try and say that this is the generation of "sensitive people" who will find anything to complain about. How dare you try and put another race in a corner because you can't stand the thought of someone telling you that you're a bigoted, prejudiced racist.

White supremacy is what I know to be true about my life, because of my white privilege. But God forbid I accept the fact that other people have it so much worse than I do; God forbid I try and help people gain the same rights, security, and safety that I have because they were born with a skin color from which they cannot help!

To all of my white friends and family who will read this, halfway agree with me, and not share it: What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of letting others know that you support equality of races? Or are you afraid of letting people know that you, too, are scared of "large black men" when they walk by your car? God forbid you use your white privilege to give way to a platform for others to share their story. God forbid you use your white privilege to point out to others that what they are doing and saying, and more importantly, what they're not doing and saying, is wrong.

So, fine. I can't make you share this. I can't make you talk about it. And if I am the only white person marching with hundreds of African-Americans chanting "Black Lives Matter," then so be it. I am going to acknowledge the differences in my privileges and others' lack thereof.

But you can subtly check out the #BlackLivesMatter hashtag on Twitter. You can watch this video, or this infuriating one. You can listen to a rap song or two to see that hip-hop isn't full of "big, burly, black men with thug and gang-like references."

If you want to stop being called a racist, you actually have to stop being racist. You actually have to try and end racism and bring about equality for everyone. The only people who can help are the ones who know that they have the power and the privilege to give their voice and stand up for what they believe in. Make a difference, do something for others for a change.

Stop sitting on your ass and chant with the rest of us.

"Black Lives Matter, to use an analogy, is like if... if there was a subdivision and a house was on fire. The fire department wouldn't show up and start putting water on all the houses because all houses matter. They would show up and they would turn their water on the house that was burning because that's the house that needs the help the most." -- "White Privilege II"