Privilege

Privilege looks like a safe home 

And handful of face masks 

Hands full of sanitizers 

But she does not need to work outside her home.

Privilege goes for a walk every morning 

In her yard full of flowers

While she willingly ignores 

Those who are starving everyday on the roads.

Privilege spends her day 

Scrolling through the internet 

Trying make up tutorials 

And complaining how her lipstick isn’t red enough

Privilege can Netflix and Chill 

Without having to worry about the buffer. 

Privilege has a wallet full of money 

And a closet overflowing with unused clothes

It sounds like a tummy 

That never had to growl in hunger even a single day

It looks like food being thrown out 

Because it wasn’t delicious enough for her praise. 

Privilege does not have to go to infected hospital rooms 

She doesn’t care about the kid next door 

Who only wishes for his mother to be safe at home.

Privilege has soap and water 

Enough to wash her hands various times a day

Privilege has a thick bed and a blanket 

She doesn’t have to care about those

Who sleep out in the cold everyday.

Privilege had the time to pen this down 

She didn’t have to pray for her loved ones 

To be safe and sound.

Privilege has a top-notch phone 

And a great wi-fi connection 

And so today she sat on her desk 

To post one of her creations.

As funny and sad as it may sound 

Out of all the things privilege is 

She isn’t self aware enough.