Sta.sh
I want you to take a walk in my shoes
Already small feet crammed into tiny things
too small don't fit
constricting
But you shove into them anyways
Because... you don't have a choice.
Now walk down my path.
See the lack of scenery and pretty things.
My road is just as bare and desolate as yours
Abandoned.
But despite your trials
The obstacles in your path
the ones that block this
or that?
Your road keeps winding straight ahead
I'm stuck at a crossroads.
Mine ends... With a fork?
But both new paths are blocked off.
They way ahead, I ain't got nowhere to go.
Because the left is trying to force me down the right
Because THEY think that's where I belong
And the right does the same as the left
And I'm thinking how much easier it would be to just continue on straight
But the woods are too thick to forge my own path
And so I sit
And... I... wait
And wait... For any path to open up
and accept me into their embrace
And you claim it is my privilege
That I get to use my veins as a roadmap.
That I can draw a line and say
My blood comes from here.
That is my privilege
And you claim it is my privilege
That as long as I keep my mouth shut
And speak nothing on the injustices committed by all sides
In your eyes I'd have a path to walk down
And I could pretend the other side doesn't exist
But you've never seen me
when I attempt to walk the path you think I should
But still
To you?
That is my Privilege
And I say?
I say it is your privilege
That you don't need that roadmap in the first place
Because you look the part that you play
and no one asks to to prove who you are
That is your privilege
I say your privilege?
Is that you got a couple extra cards to play
In the game called life
Because society doesn't question why you play them
that is your privilege
I say your privilege
is knowing exactly
who
you
are
because it was given to you
the moment you were birthed
And you didn't have to claw through mounds
of gold coins
to find the tarnish silved one that's you
that is your privilege
I say your privilege
Is never having to choose between one path or another
or never having that fork in your road
never having both sides blocked
Even when you belong to both
that is your privilege
But we are more the same than you realize
all our hands are stained with something
no one is any more
or less
innocent than the other
the only difference is?
no one questions your right to play the
that cards you have been given
or asks you to draw a map
from one side of the world to the other
No one makes you question
who
you
are
No one questions your identity
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