Friday, August 23, 2013

A poem a day for 2013 - day 234 - Thanks giving

Sometimes I forget that I walk around with so much privilege with my multilimbed self, my sighted, my hearing self, my heterosexual self. Yes, my black WOMAN self. My middle aged self. My artist self. My traveled and read self. My sheltered and fed self. I forget. My privilege gets lost under my complaints of nothing to wear.

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