Privilege

Mon, 10/23/2017 - 16:40 -- akoul

Privilege is realizing that

You have no gag reflex over a porcelain bowl

So privilege becomes cubed ice for dinner

And a bag of Cheetos for lunch

So privilege becomes fast food birthday presents

Because no one can ever tell

So privilege becomes friends telling you

That you’re not conventionally attractive

So privilege becomes it’ll happen eventually  

So privilege becomes guys would like me more if I had a tan like you

So privilege becomes I think we should

Just be friends before you’ve asked the question.

So privilege becomes ugly, fat, unwanted, not needed

So privilege becomes unseen depression

So privilege becomes what would you know about scars

So privilege becomes second choice becoming last

So privilege being born a cactus surrounded by beautiful redwoods  telling you to be grateful you are not cut down

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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