comfort
is a fortunate thing.
to feel safe
and supported

i am comfortable.
i am spoiled to the point
where i feel guilty.

i hear poems about white privilege
and i know
that i have it

but what can i do?

i have a family that cares
and friends that know what its like
to be torn apart
and im torn apart
because i feel guilty
for being comfortable.

i grew up in one of the richest counties in the country

im educated by young, innovative teachers

but there are children out there
that dont even have access to a roof.

i feel guilty.

i find myself wanting to make a difference.