I have climbed the mountains

You never had to

Forced to prove my worth

While your value has never been questioned.

I have returned home

To do the work you never had to

Muscles aching, ego bruised 

A confirmation of my place

As defined by your privilege 

As you long for the good old days

Claiming the way we used to be

Is not destroying me 

And society

Should not give into 

My new kind of "crazy"

Natasha Head