Justin finally tracked down a copy of Langston Hughes's The Panther & The Lash, (take that public library!) and has his second interaction, this time with the actual text. My Privilege Has Nothing To Say But It Will Speak Anyway
Justin Strock My privilege has nothing to say, but it will speak anyway - it's wont and whatnot My privilege has nothing to say, but its ignorance does My choice of your text, based solely on lyrics by rapper turned actor In the grand tradition of fake gangstas playing faker detectives The real crime of their acting, unsolved reparations of vaudeville My privilege has nothing to say about the way your verse seems plain Stark as if the anger in your soul Stripped adjectives allusions like acetone the varnish coming off in patches The hues removed from pale wood not lost on me I have (and yes I am looking for your mocking approval) Marched in traffic spewed forth on social media Stood up against admittedly uncomfortable abercronies to defend a muslim kid at prayer A marine at my side Mecca's position shifting parallel to the view of huddled masses' avatar I consume mindfulcinos daily to stay woke Can I get a gold-star back-pat cookie now? My privilege has nothing to say about gentrification Except that I have an excuse for moving to Bed Stuy about how little has changed Since Leontyne belted out of darkness My privilege has grown weary of the echo in my skull First assumed as chorus
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