It’s almost like you have no idea
What you did to me, how you
Reduced me to tears and destroyed
My being, stepped on my joy
And turned it into refuse,
Made me feel so small,
All because you didn’t know how
To get over all your garbage and
Stop putting it on me,
I seriously doubt you’ll every
Realize the effect you have
On other people, the only thing
That matters is you protecting
Your unconscious, unresolved issues.
What’s the matter
he asks
but we know
we have heard him
speak and spill
his insults
guffaw at his own
dark jokes
knowing what is wrong
with this world
is attitudes like that.
The only thing the world
Needs is more love
Yet we go out of our
Way to hurt and destroy
The people that matter the most,
Yet we think we are
The dominant species
Who think know what love is,
If we truly did would we destroy it?
I don’t know about
your mask, what that
says about you,
the angry multiplicity
of colonized voices that
try to force you in
a working corner, I don’t
even know about my
own oppressor mask,
how it looks, how often
I use it.
So consumed are they
By their toxic vitriol
That they don’t
Understand their’s
Is not the only,
And surely not the
Healthiest, perspective.
The number of days
I was awakened from
A peaceful slumber by
The roaring din of
An angry malcontent out
To satisfy only his own
Needs at the expense
Of others’ well-being,
Unable to care for
Anyone, including himself.
A blustering cacophony of
Insecurity,
Barely contained rage,
Immeasurable
Unhappiness,
Typical suburbia.
He who is quick to speak
is too consumed with
noise to hear
She who does not pause
to think finds herself
far past a familiar road
He who spends all time
contemplating counterattack
fails to notice the olive branch.