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You think you are better. But equality is for you just a word, something you don’t believe in, something you don’t know. You don’t even try to make life equal because you think you earned what you have.
Privilege? I’m sorry I seem to have forgotten what that word really means. You see it’s been forced in my ears and down my throat so many times I’ve become numb to its bitterness.
Did I lose you yet? Just listen, no please I need you to listen.... What did I do wrong? I mean seriously, cause I’m still trying to work it out? I’ll be working for the rest of my life so give me a break, but what is a break?
Why must we Observe these bleeding bodies On the floorboards of restless ancestors Whose lives were tainted by the scoreboard of oppression? And we sit behind A phone and find