I am a man walking down the street
No fears of who might **** me.

I am white person in a corner store not worrying that the owner thinks I’m stealing.

I am a ******* addict with diplomatic immunity.

I am a college student complaining I have nothing to eat.

I can have *** with my consenting partner freely.

I’m not sent to war, my village is not bombed, I’m not shot at school and have food to eat.

So why do I complain, why can’t I see how lucky I am to be me.