Last year I went to the farmers market.
An old man gave me a sapling. Just gave it to me.
He claimed he was a mage.
I planted it in my backyard. I named that tree because it was in fact magic
and I have a strong respect for magic.
It was a milkshake tree so I named it White Privilege.
Every Spring I would till ice cream into the soil. And every day I'll water it with
whole milk and love for the next 25 years.
In hopes that one day my children and their children will know how
sweet and delicious
White Privilege makes milkshakes.