I see myself in the cradle of privilege
In the arms of ignorance
I find myself taking this for granted
Ignorance is bliss
Bliss is too easy to mistake for knowing about happiness
College is too easy to mistake for knowledge.
Home of collared shirts and 60,000 dollar price tags
What makes me think I am that much more valuable,
That the linings of my parents pockets makes me worthy of knowing only the things that will fill them again
Small dresses and formal register
I talk exactly how it was handed,
Sugar coated fillings as silver platters.
My 60,000 dollar education will never be repaid
Too fascinated with streets and slick poems
opening my mouth wide enough so you can see my backbone
I never liked to please
Broken English and human connection
I never liked feeling in my place
Embarrassed to let people enter the size of my home
Knowing my gravitation towards urban neighborhoods could never teach me what it means to be empathetic
Lucky that dollar signs tend to be genetic
I am still learning how suffering can run blood deep.