Fraying Bootstraps

He doesn’t often use “The Woe Is Me” card,
But he could if he chose.
He could cite how life has been ever-so-hard
And enumerate vividly all his woes.

But if he tried, he would have to stop in his tracks
And think about this and that privilege.
He might try to say that the deck is stacked,
But he would be standing close to a steep edge.

Counting all the obstacles he has encountered,
He still is simply a privileged white boy
Who could be seen as a sniveling coward
Demurring that he is simply part of the hoi polloi

Who has pulled himself up by his bootstraps.
But for all his protestations, he suffers from a racist reality lapse.

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