It seeps through, even when it isn't yours.
Hot face, downcast eyes, and you're tired.
Tired of weak ones who feel better.
Tired of having to boost yourself in it.
Tired of having to explain privilege.
So wake up and call it out, don't just stand.
Don't watch it go on as we hang our head.
Because as I am made less so are we all.
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