Birthright

Running this again for dVerse Poets prompt on privilege.

lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown

Birthright

He felt it was his birthright and she felt it was hers
to only wear designer lines from underwear to furs.
Their schools were the finest. Their cars were Lamborginis.
They lunched on finest caviar and supped on steak and blinis.
Each Saturday brought manicures and plucked-out nasal hairs.
On Fridays, deep massages to tone their derrieres.
Since they never did a lick of work, they never had to hurry.
Everything was done for them. They had no cares nor worry.

When times demanded action, they sat up on their shelves
hoarding their petty worries and tending to themselves.
And when the celebrations declared the war was done,
our cloistered privileged duo came out to join the fun.
But alas they were not recognized. They didn’t know a soul.
Locked up safe in their houses, they’d had no plan nor goal
for defending all their property inherited from kin,

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My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

13 thoughts on “Birthright

  1. Grace

    For those people born into wealth, and not having worked for it, they wouldn’t know what it is to live and work in the real world. How far will their money protect them and give them privileges?

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  2. Brendan

    Reminds me of when my wife and I visited Cumberland Island off the Georgia coast where the Carnegies had built massive winter mansions over the ruins of Sea Coast cotton slave quarters. How immune to anything that family was. How much they made of nothing. How starched beyond recognition and utterly worthless to the tribe.

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