I was not privileged

I was not privileged.

I was abused and the “system” failed me.

I got no special rights or advantages.

I got overlooked and dismissed.

I was not privileged.

I slept in my car,

I ate 10 cent noodles every day,

I was lost and afraid,

I got no special opportunities.

I was not privileged.

I lived on food stamps and medicaid,

I prostituted my body for rent money,

I had a boyfriend try to shoot me.

I was not privileged.

I was forgotten by society,

I was put in a mental hospital so I didn’t kill myself,

I was put there so no one had to do what needed to be done.

I was a second thought if a thought at all.

I was not privileged.

I had no immunities,

I had no silver spoon or silver linings.

I was a body to be used, discarded, and disregarded.

I was nothing.

I was not privileged.

I was discriminated against for my disease,

I was bullied relentlessly by the cruel,

I was abandoned by my privileged family.

But I,

I am a Caucasian girl.

And I was not privileged.

I was raped.

I was molested by a monster as a little girl.

I was silenced,

And no one ever fought for me.

Ever. 

Because I was not

Privileged. 

 

22 thoughts on “I was not privileged

  1. My daughter woke up feeling badly….getting diagnosed with another tick borne infection is just not good. Treatment starts again and tick treatment is brutal. I am on it too. But I toook some pictures of some precious birds out my window so my day my start looking up

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