what is it like to be oppressed? what does it feel like, what does it look like, what does it taste like?
sometimes i almost wish that i wasn't a person of privilege. sometimes i almost wish that my family was struggling to pool our money for dinner. sometimes i almost wish that i lived in a more difficult area.
at least then i wouldn't be taking all my luxuries for granted.
at least then i would be truly grateful for what i had.
at least then i wouldn't be floating through life, safe and secure.
[why do i think like this? what is wrong with me?]
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