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I'll be lucky if I'm alive to make it to The stand for some people their trials Live longer than they do black privilege Is knowing that if I die at least how Sharpton will come to my funeral at Least how Sharpton will mason jar my Mother's tears remind us that the only Thing we are worthy of is our death we Are judged by the number of people it Takes to carry our caskets black Privileges me thinking that's enough It's me thinking this poem is enough Black privilege is this is this breath In my mouth right now it's me standing Right here with a crowd full of Witnesses to my heartbeat