…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?
