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 privilege
I can have police pull up with lights on
They do not yell at me, pulling me from my vehicle
That, is privilege
I 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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PoetryA collection of poetry across ages, moments, and confusion. Tw - read at own desire
