I lay here at night choking on what words to say
I do not have a knee to my neck choking me to death
That, is privilegeI can have police pull up with lights on
They do not yell at me, pulling me from my vehicle
That, is privilegeI get to rummage through a bag with no concern
Guns aren't pulled on me and called "suspicious"
That, is privilege
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