What I Don’t Know

I can never know what it’s like to be black. 
I will never know what it’s like to be a man. 
I do not know what it is like to be incarcerated. 
I do not know what it’s like to own a private jet. 
I do not know what’s it’s like to be on welfare. 
I can never know what it’s like to grow up in the country. 
I can never know what it’s like to grow up Muslim. 
There is more that I do not know than I know. 
But I do know what it’s like to laugh, to smile to cry;
To feel safe, to feel joy, to feel pain;
To be afraid, to be hurt…to be loved. 
I wonder how things might be different if we began our conversations there, instead. 

 

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