privilege wears a gray tuxedo
with crocodile-skin dress shoes
he showed up in a carriage
pulled by six-dollar-an-hour slaves
keeps his shoes shiny with their sweat
he has never been stared at
like he might steal something
excluding juicy white still-beating hearts
privilege dances the foxtrot
the tango the cha-cha slide
but he never asks us to dance
because we do not own heels
and were never invited to the ball
we were not aware there was one
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