Privilege
Let's have a race,
Just you and I.
You run at your pace,
And watch me fly.
This race is fair,
I start here,
And you start back there.
Is that clear?
This race is clean,
I run on two feet,
And on one leg you lean.
Now how is it that I "cheat"?
My victory is due to skill,
Your arguement is in vain.
As my bank and ego fill,
You are set to run again.
This poem is about:
Our world