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Black privilege is the myth is a joke It's a punch line it's the time a Teacher acts a little boy what he wanted To be when he grew up and he sat alive At the way she laughed when she said There's no call to that and it's time And you know for everything about my Skin to be a metaphor for everything Black to be pun intended to be deaf Intended black privilege is the Applause At the end of this poem is me giving you A dead boy's body and you giving me a 10 Is me being okay with that and I tried Writing a love form the other day but my Fingers wouldn't move my skin starts to Blister like it didn't trust me anymore Like you thought I was trading in this News for a pearl necklace some days I'm Afraid to look into the mirror for fear That a book of George Zimmerman its way Into my chest for hours of sleep the Breath and my mouth is lucky enough to Scare courtroom