Wednesday, November 25, 2015


“Admit my privilege?” How can I not
when I am, through no merit, free from pain?
I did not pull myself out of the rot.
The splendid workings of the human brain
dragged my ancestors from the caves in which
they dwelt, and up the ladder, so that I
might never sweat my life out in a ditch,
but instead earn my living with my mind.
I had no part in earning this reward.
That those back-broken generations paid
the price IS privilege. And so towards
those weary souls who suffered much but stayed
the course, and won my freedom, lift a glass.
They weren't perfect, but they saved my ass.

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