nor is it your bliss, though you think so
"As long as it's not harming me"
those words slash me
they are daggers from your upper middle-class white male mouth
in college, people are supposed to be open-minded
we are the new generation,
ushering in tolerance
and love
You open your mouth, and we're back in the '50's
I am boiling and bleeding
and can do nothing but talk of human dignity
the basic rights of mankind
and wonder aloud
if you'd say the same thing if you were in different shoes
But my anger falls on deaf ears
which were lucky enough to be born white, and well-off.
