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Privilege Poems - Poems about Privilege

Premium Member Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Travel is not a right But a privilege, thus spoke Zarathustra In his most late incarnation Travelling is tied with applying But it’s more than ridiculous to ask for privileges. Especially since the answer is known. Zarathustra's commodity is hate I'm not tempted to support his drama Let those who agree to pay Have the privilege. Though, according to Zarathustra's logic The right to...

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Categories: privilege, humor, places, rights, travel,
Form: Free verse
Nature privilege
a green forest… void of man full of nature a tranquil peace washes over me stress at its least the trees tower over me the clear creek trickles towards the river where the salmon are free don’t take nature for granted for it’s a privilege for you and me ...

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Categories: privilege, adventure, fish, nature,
Form: Free verse



The myth of white privilege and white supremacy part one Q and A
Q: How did I realize the Woke Marxist anti-God is lying to the American public all about both white privilege and white supremacy? A: This commentator and this writer found out courtesy of a You Tube video featuring a senior white...

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Categories: privilege, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose
An Unknown Privilege
An Unknown Privilege To visit the city had been a dream of mine, one that my parents had been annoying about. They wanted to come with me but I ignored them, I just wanted to blend in with the crowd. Leaving the hotel I paid to ride one of the bikes, hoping to...

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Categories: privilege, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
White Privilege
I have never been arrested, abused, discarded, neglected. All because someone protested, it’s my color they detested. I have always been protected, accepted, respected, vested. Civil rights never molested, my freedom never contested. No one has ever suggested, because I’m black I’m now suspected. To be so badly infected, that it cannot be corrected. Let this message be digested, if we want this life perfected. We must all...

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Categories: privilege, poetry,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Privilege
Waking up every morning with breath...

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Categories: privilege, life,
Form: Monoku
The privilege
God selected me I really am not sure why At times I want to question him However he never seems to leave or say goodbye He loves me in my imperfections He loves me in my faults The privilege is that he died for me He died without a second thought....

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Categories: privilege, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Privilege Granted Taken Away
One day even I myself do know Everything and everything I have taken for granted Up until this point now As ungrateful misguided mistaken privilege Will all be taken away Without me be given a second chance And upon that fateful day and time All of my gratitude , thanks and appreciation Won't matter a single damn at all Because I will at that...

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Categories: privilege, age,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Privilege
Representative Jamaal Bowman sets off a fire alarm in the House Chamber rips down the 'Emergency' signs heads for the hills Doesn't apologize 'til the police nab him ... then AOC whines 'Jamaal was confused' ...

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Categories: privilege, judgement, political, race, usa,
Form: Rhyme
For Free
This things aren't free. You walk around thinking it belongs to you, like it was handed to you, like they are your due. These things aren't free. You need to earn your pay, the food you eat, your rent, right up to the very air you breath. These things are not free. For free will...

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Categories: privilege, appreciation, imagery, money, society,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Privilege
and then there came upon him a certain nothingness sadness and anhedonia have taken over the latter sounding so godly in vain the blues have become a dirty synesthetic cacophonia with emptiness screaming a gut wrenching noise a dagger of unkindness balances at the fulcrum the jester in him calls upon crisis as a turning point to what and to where and yet he is privileged when the numbness...

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Categories: privilege, confusion,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Mothertree Integrity
How might Earth's underground narrative of a sacred Tree speak most profoundly of old growth economic and political environmental trauma? A question I forgot to ask when I was younger and more disabled and WhiteMale monotheistic How might even Republican Red MotherTrees avoid secularized Self-serving by Capitalizing Other-undeserving Instead of separating and unequalizing retributive justice disvalues pimped by StraightWhiteMonoTheisticMale privilege to criminally punish with disturbing chronic anxiety and fear approach/avoiding issues of naturalbody v...

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Categories: privilege, appreciation, earth, health, humor,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
Premium Member Narcissists Anonymous
I might feel grand aspiring to omnipotent omniscience Whereupon omnipresence might feel less necessary, or even possible, or desirable In a secularized reduced dissociated apartheid, sacred Us v sinful Them An omnipotently inflammatory place for every Other individual thing and all Other routine and orthodox Things, Omnipresent capital events in anonymously rational linear fundamentally dualistic frames Either sacred Me or secularized You will win our antagonistic win/lose evolving worldview news Preferably reduced from supremely anthro-privileged down deep into my ego's...

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Categories: privilege, god, health, love, passion,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
Television
I brought a new television for my home. It was the first telly in the village ...

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Categories: privilege, 3rd grade, home,
Form: Free verse
Television
I brought a new television for my home. It was the first telly in the village ...

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Categories: privilege, 3rd grade, home,
Form: Free verse

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