Privilege
My privilege is the essence of not having to apply the melanin I was graced with, for loving who I am enough to not have to steal from another culture to know I am beautiful and wanted
My privilege shows in the art form that does not come at the hands (or feet) of a cheap weekend lesson, from the repeated turns, leaps, and falls until my battement and pirouettes were exceptional
MY privilege? It is the family that has supported me in each endeavor, who valued education, who advised global experience
My privilege lies in knowing the power my voice holds, for discovering talents from youth to only grow and glow
MY privilege is the act of being “too busy” to get involved with factors that would leave me to be a stereotype, to not purposefully harm the gifts I have been given, or hinder rewards along my path
What is mine? Mine is the relationship with an unfailing, loving, jealous, forgiving, open -armed Heavenly Father who guides, protects, and loves zealously showering me with favor and grace
No my privilege is not that I can claim to have never been subjected to disgusting looks and hateful acts because of my “race” or my “sex”
MY privilege is not that I can live life without doubt that the system in place serves me just as it serves my neighbor
A privilege of mine?? In summation, my privilege is knowing I am Me and that is something no other can claim and that being Me is in no disgrace and my name is connected to shame in no way and though it may seem to not be any spectacular privilege to you...It is MY PRIVILEGE of being ME
