I’m doubting myself again
Questioning everything I do
I’m losing myself again
Now it seems nothing flows perfectly asides the tears from my eyes
Stuck in my imaginations picturing an Angel in disguise
Too young to realize?
That’s not me
I grew up way too fast
I will not be categorized into a sub category of privilege
Because my idea of privilege is different from your idea of privilege
Privilege to me is when you were a child you would wake up in the morning and you go down for breakfast then your mum and dad are seated at the table
Then you go ahead to discuss with them
So easy
Yes that’s privilege
Do you know what else privilege to me is?
To feel so normal
That nothing interrupts your day to day life
Privilege is when you don’t even have to strive to survive
Privilege is to feel alive
Because some of us are dead
some of us of lost
Some of us are a living coma
Some of us just exist
Some of us live in our heads
And you that live and have control over your minds are the real privileged
“I choose what I put my mind to”
“I will not be focusing on that today”
That is privilege
The ability to choose
The ability to control
To navigate
To understand
Some of understand
But some of us can’t fix it
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