Writer’s Note: This piece was motivated by those who fail to empathize with the underprivileged and is addressed to individuals who receive privileges on the basis of race and gender.
As you walk along the paved path of privilege,
Stand tall, chin up, chest open.
With an air of vanity,
Tell the underprivileged how great it feels to stand on your pedestal,
Looking back at them in mock sympathy.
Can you see the white-knuckled fist
Of the woman who clenches her hands onto her hijab,
As society pressures her to remove her mark of faith,
In a land that prides itself on religious freedom?
Are you aware of the children of Syria
who cover their ears to drown out the sound of bombs
Can you hear the plea for help
Of black men and women
Who beg police officers
To spare them?
Close the door to your suburban home,
And continue to stand tall with an air of vanity.
It doesn’t effect you anyway,