I know a little about privilege, having been born what you may call poor,
In a council house, with the "Tallyman" always at the door,
Ice, on the inside of the windows in the wintertime,
And for recreation, a river to swim in and a conker tree down the road to climb,
A two mile walk across the fields to school,
Avoiding the wet so it wouldn’t soak the cardboard in the sole of my shoe,
Don’t feel sorry for me! The privilege was all mine,
Two parents that would both give precious love and time,
To have met the people through my life that I have, to have seen now with age, both sides of that fence,
Past, present and, future tense,
A life that many “Rich” kids don’t get the chance to experience.