#privileges - Hello Poetry

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.

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Jan 31, 2025

Jan 31, 2025 at 8:39 PM UTC

Ascertivus

The Dichotomy of Privilege

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.

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"mirror, mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all" i see my reflection is it broken i'm not pretty my eyes are too narrow my legs are too long my stomach is too big from dinner how could i possibly be fair "mirror, mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all" i repeat it over and over but the image remains angry i swing my fists and along with the shattered pieces my reflection falls to the floor i slump to the ground "why won't you work" i cry then i look at the mirrored fragments my reflection no longer there on a slim piece near my hand there's a reflection of a young girl she's moving but her eyes are closed she travels using only four senses she has lost the fifth the young girl stumbles and flails her arms she cannot see for she is blind she would be grateful for a set of working eyes no matter how narrow on a long piece near my knee there's a reflection of a young man he's in a moving wheelchair when it stops the young man lifts himself out using only his hands the young man has no legs for he had just come home from war he would be grateful for two legs no matter how long on a wide piece near my hip there's a child a child whose skin is tight around his bones no meat to keep him warm for he hasn't eaten in days weeks maybe months that boy would **** to have his stomach big from dinner unprivileged persons litter on the shattered pieces blindness starvation deafness illness disorders it's there it's real i piece back the mirror and seal the cracks with glue 'mirror, mirror on the wall who's the fairest of the all" i ask again when i see myself i nod for i am privileged i am grateful i am fair

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Dec 20, 2017

Dec 20, 2017 at 9:04 AM UTC

sixfootunder

mirror, mirror

"mirror, mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all" i see my reflection is it broken i'm not pretty my eyes are too narrow my legs are too long my stomach is too big from dinner how could i possibly be fair "mirror, mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all" i repeat it over and over but the image remains angry i swing my fists and along with the shattered pieces my reflection falls to the floor i slump to the ground "why won't you work" i cry then i look at the mirrored fragments my reflection no longer there on a slim piece near my hand there's a reflection of a young girl she's moving but her eyes are closed she travels using only four senses she has lost the fifth the young girl stumbles and flails her arms she cannot see for she is blind she would be grateful for a set of working eyes no matter how narrow on a long piece near my knee there's a reflection of a young man he's in a moving wheelchair when it stops the young man lifts himself out using only his hands the young man has no legs for he had just come home from war he would be grateful for two legs no matter how long on a wide piece near my hip there's a child a child whose skin is tight around his bones no meat to keep him warm for he hasn't eaten in days weeks maybe months that boy would **** to have his stomach big from dinner unprivileged persons litter on the shattered pieces blindness starvation deafness illness disorders it's there it's real i piece back the mirror and seal the cracks with glue 'mirror, mirror on the wall who's the fairest of the all" i ask again when i see myself i nod for i am privileged i am grateful i am fair

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Me. I am much privileged in my own life. I am the only born child of my parents. I am loved by my parents and by my lover. I am adored by my lover who feels truly for me. Parents. Their dear love is one among some of my privileges. They could provide me with a lavish brought-up. They now tolerate my being in love with her. They know deep inside that she's the one. Her. She is the best gift in this moorland life of mine. She got my mind's inner eye transfixed at herself. She is a cute person who loves me as if she is loony. She makes my life so beautiful and so is her beauty. She definitely is a privilege to me but doesn't get it. She surely puts up a surly face to my being busy. She playfully ignores this fact and pulls my leg. Together. All of the entities are equally indispensable in my life. All in the ascending order of priority I have told about. All but yes, she often teases me with her cutest tantrums. All of it I will never mind any of these mood swings of her. Because. My parents also bore mine when I was a kid. My demands were all met just about anyhow. My responsibility will grow after we get married. My children-our children will also have their needs.

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Aug 27, 2014

Aug 27, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC

Atul

Privileges

Me. I am much privileged in my own life. I am the only born child of my parents. I am loved by my parents and by my lover. I am adored by my lover who feels truly for me. Parents. Their dear love is one among some of my privileges. They could provide me with a lavish brought-up. They now tolerate my being in love with her. They know deep inside that she's the one. Her. She is the best gift in this moorland life of mine. She got my mind's inner eye transfixed at herself. She is a cute person who loves me as if she is loony. She makes my life so beautiful and so is her beauty. She definitely is a privilege to me but doesn't get it. She surely puts up a surly face to my being busy. She playfully ignores this fact and pulls my leg. Together. All of the entities are equally indispensable in my life. All in the ascending order of priority I have told about. All but yes, she often teases me with her cutest tantrums. All of it I will never mind any of these mood swings of her. Because. My parents also bore mine when I was a kid. My demands were all met just about anyhow. My responsibility will grow after we get married. My children-our children will also have their needs.

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