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.
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