Privilege is when your voice is the norm but still you claim to be unheard.
I'm not singing for the future I'm not dreaming of the past I'm not talking of the fist time I never think about the last
Snarling an oath from an Icelandic saga, I reclaimed my place at the head of the queue. Oy! yelled a punk rocker, with studs in his cranium. There's a fackin' queue!Never apologize, advises Lloyd Geor...