The Opposition


The Opposition

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

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