All The Others Have All The Luck Poem by Francie Lynch

I was born.
I was born male.
I was born white male.
I was born white, male Caucasian.
I was born white, male Caucasian in a Republic.
I was born white, male, Caucasian, in a First World Republic.
I was born white, male, Caucasian, in a First World Republic,
in a large, loving family.

I was born white, male, Caucasian, in a First World Republic,
in a large loving family, and I'll never work as a talking head.
Why, tell me, do all the others have all the luck.