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Black privilege is the concrete that Holds my breath better than my lungs do Black privileges always having to be the Strong one is having a crowbar for a Spine is fighting even when you have no More blood to give even when your bones Carried you even when your mother prayed For you even after they prepared your Body for the funeral black privilege is Being so unique that not even God will Look like you black privilege is still Being the first person in line to meet Him black privilege is having to have The same sense of humor as Jesus Remember how he smiled on the cross the Same way Malcolm X laughed at his bullet And there I go again asserting my black Privilege using a dead man's name Without his permission