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Privelege

I do not know 

What it is to go without three square meals and pretend I'm full

 

I do not know 

What it is to feel the backside of my father's hand across my face

 

I do not know

What it is to eye each stranger and wonder if they'll hurt me

 

I know

What it is to have my mother's baked chili served with a smile

 

I know

What it is to feel my father's warm embrace and hug him back

 

I know 

What it is to trust everyone I meet and love without pain

 

I don't know 

What it is like to live on the other side

 

I know

What it is to wonder who does




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