I sit and I wonder
How many more will leave me
How many more will decide
That I am not worth it
That I do not belong
I sit and I wonder
How many more can believe
That within me
Is something worth destroying
Something vile
I sit and I wonder
How many more will be persecuted
Until we understand
That we may not deviate
Or we will be removed
I sit and I wonder
What it is
That my world is coming to
Split and shattered
Stained glass; broken wonder
Why were we created
In order to be destroyed?
I sit and I wonder
What their purpose is
To remove me ?
To make me fight for a freedom that I may never have?
To give me hope
So that when they take it away
It’s just that much worse ?
I sit and I wonder
What it is that I am even fighting for
Who I am doesn’t stand a chance
What is there to dream when it all has been taken away?
Why, when within our freedom
There is oppression
Why when, within our acceptance
There is discrimination
I sit and I wonder
What there is
To even be scared over
When the point of their choice
Was to incite fear
Or genocide in the form of suicide
Am I just giving in?
I sit and I am pissed
There’s no fucking point in sitting
Minorities are falling in the masses
Falling faster than the twin towers
Guns
In order to remove themselves from further fascism
Disguised as freedom.
To run from their führer
Or removal to no fault of their own
Removal for deviation
Running from
The pain
The inevitable torture
What is faced on the streets
Sodomy
Assault
Rape
To remove themselves
From what is predictably
Getting worse
Due to attempts
To spread awareness
Attempts
To institute a change
Or for the bigoted fear of what they were born as.
Why are innocent colored persons targeted on the streets?
Why are those who speak out for them mocked?
Why is the LGBTQ+ community forced into corrals
In order to be subordinated and objectified
Is it because the faggots
The trannies
And the rest of them
Are all but public property?
I sit and I panic
Why is it that
Half of the people that gave me freedom
Are the ones taking it away again?
Have they not done so far too may times?
Is that their point?
To give me hope
So that when they take it away
It's just that much worse?
I say that I do not allow people to touch my neck
Because it is an erotic area
Though
The last time it was touched
I was unable to breathe
Of course
Not because they hurt me
There was no force closed
Finger induced blockage
But the threat that comes along with it
Is a fear I will never forget.
Of course
When they come near enough
It will never be touched
I will never be touched
Because someone of my ethnicity
And my gender
Is now
And previously has been
Disposable.
While they are sacrament.
I am
And always will be
The nothingness they fear
For what I value
They destroy;
I cannot institute a change
I am stagnant
I find it funny that
Within a decade
The people are choosing the same fate
Of their ancestors.
Fascism
Bigotry
I speak out
I demand a change
I'm fifteen; not fifty
Therefore my opinion is disposable
As am I
I know not what I speak
I'll understand that it's for the greater good as I age
When, in all reality
It's for the whiter good
The straighter good
The majority that is becoming the minority good.
Women are equal
But laws on their bodies
Are conversed on
And instituted
By men.
Women are equal
The wage gap is a myth
But for a myth
There is an appalling number of businesses accused and
Shut down annually
For their misogyny
Or they are too important a business to be prosecuted
Unlike their female counterparts.
Eye candy is replaceable
I sit and I wonder
What the point of islamophobia is?
Is it fear?
Ignorance?
Or is it just to embarrass those who follow that religion ?
Why
Why cause an entire faith to fear
Why cause an entire faith to not want to walk the streets
To go to school
Work
Anywhere
Due to fear of being beaten
Raped
Killed
Why cause an entire faith to fear their houses being pillaged
Ransacked.
Why cause an entire population to fear
Haven’t we done that enough?
The Japanese
The Irish
The African
The Indian
The Hispanic
The German
Do we really have to incorporate islamics?
I sit and I wonder
What the point is in wondering
What the point is in acting
When the only place that seems to be taking me
Is into a spiralling depression
One I am unable to remove myself from
As everything is meaningless
If I cannot institute a change.
But what is the point in trying
When fascism has become patriotic?
You may see
My lack of effort
My lack of decision
And mistake me for them
And rightfully so
Ignorance
Apathy
Are worse than them
At least they stand for what they believe.
I sit and I wonder
Maybe it won't be so bad
Being second class.
