Your anger is
something I
don’t
understand.
You’re not
angry
at what I
think you would be.
I don’t know
why you’re
filled with
rage at hope,
intelligence,
and understanding.
Instead of
being mad at
ignorance,
hate and racism.
Why do you
embrace
anti-intellectualism?
Or Blind
devotions
to dogmatic
ideas from the
savage past?
I want and
hope for the best for
everyone,
you seem to
want what’s
best for
only you.
I don’t get
it.
The rage
underneath
your
misunderstanding,
beneath your
supposed
disenfranchisement
has
me at a
loss.
Why are you
so angry?
I’ve been
down.
Unemployed.
Broke.
Hurt and
isolated.
And I’ve
come out a
little wiser
and a little
stronger and
I don’t
blame anyone
but myself.
I’m
flabbergasted.
I’m
flummoxed.
I’m
flustered,
at how angry
you
are.
I wish I
could remove
the veil of
rage and cynicism
and replace
it with the optimism
we are all so
very capable of.
We are not
enemies,
we just do
not agree
on openness and
inclusion
in a modern
and evolving
society.
What’s makes
you mad
about
progress? Civil and
societal
progress seems to
be something
you’re afraid of,
is that why
you’re mad?
The 1950’s
are over and
even the ‘50’s
weren’t
the ‘50’s. I’d rather idealize
the future
than the past.
It’s where
we’re headed regardless.
Why go
filled with uninformed
rage and
hate?
Why not try
to light our way
forward with
wisdom and
understanding?
But
sometimes, you do look
pretty when
you’re angry.
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