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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