I Live on a Poison Called Privilege

I live on a poison called privilege First fed to me at my birth To white, middle-class, educated parents Who have worked so hard to keep me Safe and happy I have been fed this poison For many years And over time I have grown ashamed of it I feel guilty For what I am My pale skin dripping With idiotic power Fed to me On a silver spoon I feel guilty Of my smooth road Feeling awful For those who have to walk Different roads But I am too weak For a harsher road So many people are out there With strong character Willpower Motivation Work ethic And I have yet to grow in these areas I do not fare well outside of my comfort zone And so I continue to take this elixir That weakens me And keeps me alive I watch this poison spread From the mouths of others Who have taken it Hurting those Who have not tasted this poison More than The poison hurts those Who drink it regularly I watch this poison Cut down people's lives Simply due to a difference in melanin Or family Or identity Or any of a numerous amount of factors I guess the best I can do Is resist the toxins And keep going Try and make a difference Try and find an antidote Try and help those who need it And be grateful For the gift of this poison

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