Intolerance


Society has forced fed me,
the general rules and regulations that
culture our daily lives, consequently
as I grew older I felt afflicted; sick,
succumbing to the sour words that
stick in the back of my mind as they
slowly slide down my throat and into my vocabulary
defining unitarily what and who I am, but wait.
I regurgitate, vomiting up defenses and
reasons for my being me and
pleading the case of a natural cause
for this inhumane murder of right vs. wrong
to the judge evidenced by
passing glances, second looks, and intolerant words.
To no avail, I am given life in prison by being found,
innocent.
But my reprieve is my aversion to
the negativity on society’s spoon,
my lactose intolerance renders me unable to
see, smell, hear, taste, or touch, and not react. For I,
I spit out logic, turning societal mush into
a delicacy that warms the body and soul
to help people helping me cope.

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13 thoughts on “Intolerance

  1. Good stuff! I get the impression here that you’ve thought a lot about the effects society may have on us, but also about the effects we have on it. Though society may define us to an extant, we in the end are always the masters of our own destiny.

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  2. I love this! I often feel the same way about society these days. I guess I’m not the only one up this late at night- well technically early in the morning.. haha. Glad I got to read some of your stuff. It’s definitely inspiring and nice to see someone turn the negatives in life into a positive and progressive being. 🙂

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