Tell me brother
what's it like
to be the son
the favored one
not thrown away
not flown away
to another country
to live a life
as a white
to be shown
but always known
the privileges
are not mine

Ask me brother
what's it like
forced to choose
between the two
black white
when neither apply
when I just sigh
and check the box

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