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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.
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
Comfort
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.
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
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