I think I could see the good in you
If I slapped you hard enough
for it to fall out,but I think my hand would break first.
I hate your smugness, your arrogance,your assuredness
that resides in your countenance and the flippant careless words you fling.
You’re a lumper, a categorizer, a generalizer,A stereotyper.
All to isolate and perpetuate the status quo.What am I then, I ask?
A fucking asshole that hates you?
But I’m oh so much more.
I am your opposition, your reflection you look away from,
the child you have stomped into the ground, I am your forgotten regrets,
your hope, your Jiminy Cricket with a baseball bat held high over your head,
and I will always be there to beat you back from the massacres
you wish to inflict,
because you can only cheat death for so long.
by Philip Wardlow
2 thoughts on “The Opposition”
Wonderfully raw and real! Thoroughly enjoyed!
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