Hey you, what’s it like being a straight, cis, white, man?
And able bodied
You lucky duck you
Living those dreams that are attainable because of things you can’t even control
Isn’t it gross?
Whenever I notice my privilege
What I have
I always feel dirty
Immediately want to head to water and beg for forgiveness
How do you do it?
Are you oblivious or does it bother you?
I love you but sometimes
Sometimes I wish I got to be you instead
Wouldn’t it be nice to live
You’re leagues above me
Your rock isn’t as big as mine
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