The still.
Constricting my chest,
That’s all I can take.
Not the clip.
(Privilege).
I cannot bear to watch
the life
slip
out his lips.
(Privilege).
And then to find out
an eyewitness is
nine.
To cast my eyes downward,
Cowardly
Privilege.
George
The still.
Constricting my chest,
That’s all I can take.
Not the clip.
(Privilege).
I cannot bear to watch
the life
slip
out his lips.
(Privilege).
And then to find out
an eyewitness is
nine.
To cast my eyes downward,
Cowardly
Privilege.
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This poem is so powerful in the words you’ve chosen and in the words you’ve left out. The choice to take “privilege” out of parentheses at the end of the poem and write it not as an aside is powerful, too.
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I agree with Natasha’s comment. Crafted carefully and carrying the burdens of our world, your post was not easy to write. But it is so necessary. We must face this privilege and use it.
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I read your March 31 post before this post and you mention you are not sure you write about important/difficult topics well. I think you do it quite well. This is a well craft poem that honestly shares your thinking.
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