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
