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Tuesday, July 11, 2017

White Liberals

I can not know your pain.
And I will never know your frustrations.
But I will march with you.

I will not pretend I have not had it easy.
And I can not lie and say I have not had it better.
But I will march with you.

I do not know your struggle.
And your daily fears are only words to me.
But I will march with you.

I can sympathize,
but I do not empathize.
[Even when I got my arm,]
[around a pair of black thighs.] 
[And all my friends are cool black guys.] 
I share your opinions,
but not your emotions.

I can stay calm,
because its not happening to me.
I can tell you to stay calm,
because its not happening to me.
Its easy for me to tell you to stay calm,
because it'll never happen to me.

They'll never look at me,
like they look at you.
They'll never cross the street on me,
like they do to you.

I can tell you violence is not the answer.
But that's my luxury.
To preach peace in the face of pain,
that does not apply to me.

To physically lower your furled fist,
cocked behind your head ready to swing.
In the face of slurs,
that don't apply to me.

I can join your movement,
and I can take a stand.
But I can sit when I bored,
and sing with Uncle Sam.

Your the skin you are,
but I can walk away.
Treat your movement like an amusement park,
and say, I'm not gonna march today.

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