Lollipop Dreaming

a poem about privilege

You treat your privilege 
      like a Tootsie Pop.
You lick the juicy
      raspberry red.
You throw your head 
      back in bliss.

But it's only a moment
      before the temptation
to gobble up the chewy,
      chocolaty prize inside
is too much to bear,
      too much to resist.

And then there's only
      chalky cardboard
to chew on and
   distant  memories
of the sweet life
      you once had.