Privilege as a right.
A lifetime spent unseeing, and a neck seized forward by your own will.
A daily choice made to not see those left in your wake.
Your eyes refuse to be lowered from your throne,
from your pulpit, from your fucking higher ground.
Your fall will never be more than a bump in the road.
From where you stand you are alone.
There is no room for anyone,
and your refusal is an act that doesn't need to be spoken.
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