I was ushered past a line today.
No face turned away in digust
No one waved, acknowledged me.
They just accepted it.
As another status quo,
Another suck it up day.
Doors held, nods
All for me.
It’s evident in the lack of reach.
Creeping privilege equals
Expectations that are held
At someone else’s arms length.
It’s when others are paused to let you past
And you forget what traffic lights are for.
We all have privileges:
The sun on our face
The open door of the open mind.
Neither earned nor unearned.
They just are.
And you don’t have to be a creep to enjoy them.
Someone explained to me today about privilege creep – when you let someone have greater access to something, usually in an IT context, than they should. It reminded me of a Seamus Heanry poem about creeping privilege. Which led to this prose-poem. I wonder what you make of it?