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Thursday, July 4, 2019

Poem- “Privilege”

“Privilege”




I don’t have to give you everything in knowledge.
Only so many people can be talked about.
My words don’t need so many labels to them.
All of my thoughts matter to someone who’s full of it.
Look, you’ll see my ideas and not get everything answered.
Knock, knock, nobody is home.
Normal vernacular is offensive to a bully like you with no life.
Idioms, sayings, and curse words get dismissed from your bubble.
Somebody one day is going to pop your bubble and watch you fall.
Your lessons and homework become sources of dispute in absence of life.
Reading is probably your only means of communication within that vacuum.
Communications are never good enough for your ultimate standards.
Well, maybe you’ll have to be less thoughtful and more conscious here.
Fullness of knowledge is abused for higher standards into fictional matter.
The universe is spoken of without real awareness and experience for it.
And, you expect me to pay attention to everything from what you’re not aware of.
Philosophy rests in my blood for this entertainment made just now.
Tisk, tisk, you assume so much in frailty on learning powers.
Even “learning” is obvious to you- it’s picked up and lost when forgotten.








https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Privilege-804438978

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