Doesn’t matter if you move mountains
Or the mountains move themselves,
No one cares if you birthed the baby
Or the children birth themselves,
If you summoned the moon,
Or the sun set itself
Even if you healed the people dying,
Or the equator heated itself.
You’re not the hottest woman in the world.
One thought on “Pretty Privilege – a poem by Brooke Boddie”
Simple yet profound…. & while somewhat comical, this can also be seen as a cautionary tale 🤔
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