it's not you who has the problems

it's the world

what they see through clear eyes is their demise

and the high tides of life

screeching to a stop

fingerprinting the ground with their every remark

make their mouths stop breathing these poisonous fumes

your unclean air makes my nose hurt

just a little bit more.

i find myself allergic to your hate

all the stereotypes and people fighting not to be the same

conforming to judgement

let's end… Continue