Privilege is when your voice is the norm but still you claim to be unheard.
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...
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