silver spoon

if i pretend for just one moment i'm not of the privileged few - 

silver spoon out long enough to see and not construe, 

have i ever lived one moment of my own constructed time? 

have i ever sacrificed of something, ever spent a dime?

am i, mortal, just enough to tether flesh and soul,

or am i lavish living from a gold and crystal bowl?

who am i to beg for mercy? who am i to cry?

my tears fall softly, soaking velvet as my plump lips sigh.

i've wanted much, and given little; selfish, stubborn, and tough,

and had audacity to think of me as saintly stuff.

the silver spoon i'll sell for you, dear, you who will not eat

today, nor tomorrow; you who make your wares upon the street.

and privileged you know i am, but please, if you can see...

bring yourself not to look down on the lowly likes of me.