Pretty Privilege – a poem by Brooke Boddie

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.

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