you stan a person because of his/her/their work, then you realize they come from a privileged background, you pause, and think hard about luck, social capital, unburden spaces and safety nets afforded to them. you can’t reconcile what you feel and what the world is ought to be. you see, even you are afforded some comforts. you try to come to the surface and continue whatever you are doing before you were distracted. you read a poem.