I wrote this song a few years ago before I moved to Wisconsin. The setting is in the Catskills of New York.
At the time I was struck by the fact that nobody is a self-made man or woman. We start out full term or premature, healthy or otherwise. We are then well-fed or become malnourished. Born to loving parents or dragged along like dirty laundry. Part of a minority race or religion or with the relative security of the majority. Brilliant or dull. Fully abled or disabled. Born in hospital, a home , or an alley. Rich parents or struggling parent.
Have you noticed that not a single one of these distinguishing features are earned? We arrive just like a package, with a unique set of givens - none of them of our choosing.
Comments are very much welcome folks - Don’t be shy. Are we talking privilege here?