I live a life of privilege;
It’s always been my norm.
A most comfortable existence I have lived,
From the day that I was born.
Had everything I’d ever need,
And all the things I’d want.
One might confuse it for greed,
I never asked; it’s how I was brought up.
All the food, shows, and gaming,
The world had, yet I was bored.
I had infinite satisfaction,
But from this, complacency formed.
So long I knew no else,
Then my views were changed.
Dad drove me through the city
And expanded my viewpoint’s range.
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 8:39 PM UTC
I live a life of privilege;
It’s always been my norm.
A most comfortable existence I have lived,
From the day that I was born.
Had everything I’d ever need,
And all the things I’d want.
One might confuse it for greed,
I never asked; it’s how I was brought up.
All the food, shows, and gaming,
The world had, yet I was bored.
I had infinite satisfaction,
But from this, complacency formed.
So long I knew no else,
Then my views were changed.
Dad drove me through the city
And expanded my viewpoint’s range.
Written on 2024-09-19.
This was written after having studied privilege in college.
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