It’s time for dVerse Poetics, and we’re
asked to consider privilege … a topic with
infinite possibilities and much food for thought.
Here are my thoughts on privilege.
Submitted to dVerse Poetics
February 20, 2019
I sometimes wonder at the privilege to be me.
After all, I might have been, for example,
a child in a ghetto in India., a struggling mother
of 6 in poorest Appalachia, a victim of sex trafficking,
the wife of a Masai warrior in Kenya, or living in
poverty on an American Indian reservation.
By what quirk of fate and serendipity was I born
to loving parents who pulled themselves from the
poverty of post-depression middle America. I
was privileged to get an education, to marry a
good man, to have children who’ve made me
proud, to have lived in comfort, if not in wealth.
I’ve not been ridiculed, bullied or suppressed
because of my race, creed, gender or merely the
happenstance of my birth. I’ve been allowed to
speak my truth, explore my possibilities, and
enjoy the luxury of a safe and secure environment.
Who am I to be so privileged? What incredible
spiraling chain of DNA led to the person that is me?