Its hard
to find yourself
among the chaos of others

Its hard
to define yourself
under the watch of naysayers

Its hard
to search within yourself
through the rubble of broken history

Its hard,
but not
hopeless.

Privilege
I have it,
supposedly,
unannounced
to me.

I was born,
brown hair,
green eyes,
fair skin,
poor
and hungry.

But oh so privileged.

To speak up in whatever company I choose,
To walk late at night with a hoodie pulled down, just over my eyes
To strive
achieve
succeed
without others being surprised

I know no threat
from cops,
employers,
or admissions advisors.

I see no intimidation
from statistics,
labels,
or slurs.

I have the privilege
of being completely unaware
of my own

privilege
I'll use it,
hopefully,
for everyone
you'll see.