Privilege is not having to wonder if you would again see your family and friends every time they step out of the house to get groceries.
Privilege is not having to doubt whether the system which vowed to protect you will really do.
Privilege is not having to wonder whether food will kill you first or hunger.
Privilege is not having to discuss discrimination, poverty, race, exploitation, gender, and how people suffer from it, with your kids, who could barely write their own name.
Privilege is not having to hide your identity- to blend in, to avoid ridicule.
Privilege is not having to explain to everyone your movements, actions, words, intentions, and personal life choices.
Privilege is sleeping peacefully at night when there’s chaos everywhere.
Privilege is belittling their fight, to promote your own.
Privilege is thinking that whether we voice our opinion or not, it doesn’t matter, we cannot change anything.
but, don’t let this privilege turn you into an obnoxious arrogant, who sees no suffering just because it’s not yours
your acceptance of this privilege, is their exclusion and discrimination
your indifference, is a knee on someone’s chest
your silence, is their protest.
So, when you question protests, also question your silence.