Priviledge Stories

Here's just me ranting about living in a rich town. I hope you enjoy, or empathize, or sympathize with or whatever. I just needed somewhere to rant about how entitled so...

A look at what it takes to exist in this world. Without the autonomy of mind and body. Can you be the other person and still be you?

I had not seen my privilege Until tears crossed their face, Most barely keeping up to all The world's erratic pace.