Privilege, Pt. 1

100 Days Project — #29

It’s been a long time since I’ve been so painfully aware of how privileged I am.

I went in with a simple task: print and fax a document.

I walked across the large open room, heels clicking with every step. (Of course, in three weeks, the one day I wear heels is this day.) Click, click, click, click. Damnit, I’ve already disturbed the peace.

And not only that, but I’m surrounded by comments of those already seated, “who this bish with the leather backpack” and “dainty as fu.” The glances are torture as I walk to a computer, painfully aware of how little I fit in.

I don’t meet anyone’s eyes, but slump quickly into the farthest seat. The keys are heavy, greasy, but their distinct, low drop and click remind me of when I was a kid.



Pt. 2 Coming Soon

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