Black Privilege by Crystal Valentine
Black privilege is the concrete that holds my breath better than my lungs do. Black privilege is always having to be the strong one, is having a crowbar for a spine, is fighting, even when you have no more blood to give. Even when your bones carried you. Even when your mother prayed for you. Even after they’ve prepared your body for the funeral- Crystal Valentine.
A harrowing assessment of police brutality, racial-based violence, and systematic oppression. Crystal Valentine’s poem is of relevance in a time where the killing of innocent, unarmed black men and women remains an ongoing issue.
