One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with my privilege.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
Most of the time there was one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed
that during the hard periods of my life,
when I wanted to get into
university, a job or a taxi,
or make rape jokes at a comedy night,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to my privilege,
“You don’t exist!
I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one
set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most,
you have not been there for me?”
My privilege replied,
“The times when you have
seen only one set of footprints,
is when I carried you.
And kicked sand in the eyes of the other kids.”
“Oh, that’s okay then,” I said. “Carry on.”
And he carried me home.