...No Nothing Can Ever Hurt Me

…No Nothing Can Ever Hurt Me

As I stand robed in white privilege

Walking a path lined with a red carpet

With banisters to hold on to

And gold waiting for me at the top

Ok so maybe it’s not quite like that

But as I looked down the stairs

From where I had once come

I saw many barriers and obstacles

Is your staircase built the same as mine?

Is it steeper, does it have the same wind?

One staircase may be built on solid ground

And the other upon that with a creaking sound

…No Nothing Can Ever Hurt Me

Whatever the foundation, whatever the incline

I tell you these staircases, they are quite an ensign

People coming and going and yet the staircase seems to morph

As each person that steps on it is not given equal opportunity

That first step was equal and flat

The challenge though was after that.

The distance, the obstacles, the surprises, the goals, the prizes, the holes

Different. Not equal, not the same, not fair, not a game.

Are you protected from falling down?

Are you protected from climbing too quickly?

Are you protected from competition or neglect along the way?

Are you ready for tomorrow, or are you still struggling with today?

…No Nothing Can Ever Hurt Me

It is hope that sets me free, it is not laughing at your misery

It is holding your hand as we walk side by side

It is realizing that you and I, we have no reason to hide

We were born for this challenge, And together we’ll rise

We’ve heard of the injustice and the homicide

We’ve seen the prejudice that did coincide

We’ve witnessed the rain after the storm

That which won’t let up and people think it’s the norm

That feeling you get when you walk on by

Toss that feeling aside because it is your turn to fly

You better swoop on in when you see it’s not fair

What did you think would be done by just shooting a glare?