This privilege 
that I have accidentally 
inherited is the anchor around my neck. 
This privilege that I have randomly 
acquired is the monkey on my back. 

If I were a woman
I'd be a man hater. 
If I were red, yellow, black, or brown
I'd be a white hater. 

If I were homoual
I'd be a heteroual hater. 
If I were, if I were, if I were, but I'm not. 

I cannot claim to be the former. 
I target myself as the latter. 
As the former I pull back the trigger 
and launch these bullets of hate at myself, the latter. 

This privilege that was bestowed upon me 
at birth is the burden that weighs me down. 
This privilege that is so often used 
for gain will be my downfall. 

If I were elderly or a child, I'd be a middle-aged hater. 
If I were “lower class”, I'd be a class hater. 
If I were non-human, I'd be a human hater. 
If I were, if I were, if I were, but I'm not. 

I'm the cause. 
My privilege is the cause of all this pain