The world is facemasks and ventilators. We are a globe of 7 billion six feet apart. CDC updates roar in as the US leads the COVID 19 virus totals. Busy … Continue reading Privilege in a Pandemic

The world is facemasks and ventilators. We are a globe of 7 billion six feet apart. CDC updates roar in as the US leads the COVID 19 virus totals. Busy … Continue reading Privilege in a Pandemic
The perimeter of my life is all white picket fences and no caution tape. Smiling faces abound at my alabaster skin. I navigate through malls and museums entirely unsurveyed. No … Continue reading Marisa R. McGrath: Problematic White Woman
Submerged in student debt, I traded my desire for privileged peeves my entitled ego cannot vent in anything other than verse.
I picked my path,
Do not make excuses or apologies for how I exist,
And yet, I am wrestling myself to release my wild.
Here is how this woman has banished her wilderness:
I lament all the things I have the power to change,
All the talent I have, and all the gall I lack to do something with it.
I am a tragedy of privilege.
Fleeing the fear of normalcy,
Of wondering how many substitutes I can swallow before my life becomes sub par.
How do I not settle?
Not sink into something short of self?
I feel the tracks to regret beneath my feet,
I feel the intersection splitting where my heels used to meet.
In my rumbling, riveter gut, I know the answer.
I know it in my bones,
The ones with my grandmother in the marrow,
“Revolution. Set yourself on fire and make soil from the ashes.”