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Aug 2017
Try it for a day...
people thinking
your white...
got it easy they say..

Fit in my shoes
where your words
never questioned...

But cos the shade or
lack of pigmentation.
I'm the one watching
wording even thought
you say its ok...

When I walk outside,
I'm like you human..
but you just see
WHITE.. PRIVILEGE...

What is that anyway..
I grew up poor like others
on my street where was
my privilege?
When four brothers had
just rice to eat...

Privilege is who ever
is up there
which ever pigment is
dominant becomes
the privileged one there...

Try being me for a moment
see through my eyes.
I'm not privileged
working my **** off
to where I am today...

It would be a
                privilege
if we all walked in
others shoes
to see the grass isn't
always greener
on the other side of the fence..

What's that I hear you say..
privileged.. be me for a day..
Poetic T
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