Broken bones

Torn flesh

Crushed dreams


Painful loss

Striking fear

Paralyzing doubt


You are black, I am white

You are brown, I am white

You are Asian, I am white

Somehow, we have become “other” to each other

But I reject my privilege

And refuse to be dominated by my shame

We stand united

By the shared experience of our pain

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