Wednesday, 3 September 2014

I show it. You like it. Then why are you threatened? 


Why don't you go on with your life, like I do. For example.
When I spot you at the fruit shop showing taut muscle,
and you spot me wearing sleeves that reveal as much of my undeveloped biceps as they do your herculean ones.
Why are you offended? and not as amused?
by the show of some muscle, my privilege is abused.

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