I Don't Know What It's Like
what's it like
to be black in america
i look down at my arms
too pale to know
what's it like
to be white in america
i could write a whole book
on that.
"racist!" "privileged" they scream
when all i want to say is
i don't want this anymore than you do
i admire King and Parks as much as you do
i know what it is like to suffer
maybe not the same
i may not know what it is like
to be black in america
but give me a chance
i'm human just like you.
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