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I don’t understand.
I’ll be honest with you,
I don’t understand.

You see, I have never lived that experience
and so I don’t understand.

I think I want to understand.

I say think because
understanding would mean
I would have to think
and feel and act
and I’m not sure I’m quite ready for that.

Having such a choice is privilege.

I’m told you don’t have
that sort of freedom.

I think I want to understand.

I think I want change.

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