Privileges
Publicado en 28 Noviembre 2016
I stand here
atop the rubble of a once glorious life
facing death and its gambits
basking in the plethora of ways
that I can sever
the golden thread of my life.
Should I go to the bullets that destroy the faces
of small, brown children
in the corners of the earth
that we never see?
Or maybe the knifes
that rip and tear the clitoris
of some nameless girl
who never got to experience the dissapointment
of not being pleased by a man?
Will I choose the fumes
that burned the lungs
of countless young souls
who fought for dying empires
and broken hopes?
I embrace the selfishness of my privilege
and stand in contempt of life
while I savour the possibility of choosing the means of my end
with all the pettiness of a spoiled princess
who can have everything and chooses nothing
while others fall to the ground
perplexed and confused
wondering why life was snatched from them
by the cruel hands of chance.