I’m stand you’re gonna do one more of your poems for up us called evaluating black privilege, yes that’s a thing black privilege.
Crystal Valentine says, Black privilege as I say my poem is a myth. I often have conversations with people talking about their privilege in a they feel the need to tell me about my none, I have privileged you know. I’m a walking human being I can log on on which I do have privilege, but I’ll have privileges that other people may have. That is the poetry version, Yes on evaluating black privilege, black privilege is the home elephant swinging in the room is the memory of a slave ship praying for the Alzheimer’s to kick in black privileges me having already memorized my nephews eulogy, my brother’s eulogy, my father’s eulogy, my I’m conceived child’s eulogy, black privileges me thinking my sister’s name safe from this list black privilege is me pretending I know Trayvon Martin on a first name basis is me using a dead boy’s name to win a poetry slam as me carrying a mouthful other people’s Use a my own convenience. Black privileged as the concrete that hold my breath but in my lungs do but privilege is always having to be the strong one, as having a crowbar for spine as fighting even when you have no more blood, to gain even when you have lost sight of your bones, even when your mother prayed you even after they prepare your body for the funeral black privilege is being so unique that not even God look like you but privileges still being the first person in line to meet him black privileges had been the same sense of humor as Jesus remember how he smiled on the cross the same way malcolm axle.
After his boat and there I go again asserting my black privilege using a dead man name without his permission phil has maggots congregating in my mouth black privilege is a man is a joke at the punchline, that time a teacher acts a little boy what he wanted to be when he grew up in he said alive is the way she laughed when she said there’s no college for that ignorance is the only thing that won’t discriminate against you, is the only thing that don’t mean a tombstone too long in a minute hiring you know for everything about my skin to be a metaphor for everything black to be pun intended to be death intended black privilege as the applause at the end of this poem is me giving you a dead boy’s body in you gave me a 10, its me being okay with that and I tried by the love poem the other day, but my fingers when it more my skin started to blister, I couldn’t trust me anymore I get actress taking it for something prettier something small there to wrap around my bone.
I was training a new for pearl necklace someday, I’m afraid to look into the mirror for fear now paula george Zimmerman its way into my chest while I was asleep the breath in my mouth, this weapon enough to scare courtroom. I’ll be lucky I’m alive to make it to the stand for some people their trials live longer than they do black privileges knowing that if I die, at least al Sharpton will come to my funeral. atleast al Sharpton well mason jar my mother’s tears to my asked that the only thing we are where the other our death we are judged by the number of people it takes to carry our casket black privilege is me thinking back enough has me thinking this poem is enough black privileges. This is this Brad in my lungs right now me standing here with a crowd for the witnesses to my heart be. So powerful