January 2011
3 posts
privilege
a poem for men who don’t understand what we mean when we say they have it
D.A. Clarke
reprinted from Banshee, Peregrine Press Copyright (c) 1981 D. A. Clarke. All Rights Reserved
privilege is simple: going for a pleasant stroll after dark, not checking the back of your car as you get in, sleeping soundly, speaking without interruption, and not remembering dreams of rape, that follow you...
