My Privilege Lands

My right to life is a privileged one,
By law, I live a watched life,
From my white wrist up -
My state protects me from myself.
I suspect me of nothing: willingly,
I am in my own custody -
A flight risk no more.

Treat me inhuman, treat me unkind,
I degrade myself from my higher peace of mind.
I force myself to labor for me,
Unprotected downward, as any slave
Should spiral spreadeagled to be.

I convict me of crimes I only think
I didn’t do. I imprison my
Liberty in its rightful lofty place,
Then punish it until proven guilty.

Confession time: will I marry me and raise
My family of one as I have razed me
To the ground (in private
like I promised myself)?

I freely think so.
I practise the same.
I believe in my downfall.
I do not protest the gravity
Of my privilege and express myself
As I wish to express myself -
Equally, as is my right.

I treat me unfairly: I use examples
Of my gender, my race, my sexuality, my religion, my age.
I am my property: well-educated in self-denial,
As I jump from privilege to ground zero
My leather bomber jacket keeps me together:
I’m a karma crazy hero.