Privilege (Original Poem)

History is his story and manmade by his hands

Power shifting upward from scape to land

Myths of fables disguised as new

Yet if you asked to be included there is only the ‘why’ in you?

Generations of wealth given only to the chosen

Like how manifest destiny was just selective pre-destination 

If black tears and dark labor can be justified through time

Then who are the ones that should be truly vilified?

Since organs dictate position and color dictate ammunition 

Bruising each other only to be someone else’s competition 

If you use your eyes you see gender, stature and race

But if you look just a little deeper you see the soul of another human face

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