I object to tolerance,
The conceit we express:"I tolerate your primitive ways,
With your funny words,
Wearing a veil.""I tolerate the sex that you like,
Even though I am the default,
I grant you permission, to be you.""I tolerate the color of your skin although,
I do not know what it's like to enter a room,
And be judged before you know the content of my mind."Let's have done with tolerance,
And instead, respect thoseWho are not us.
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PoetryWords arranged in a funny order. Poems about my view of reality and how my inner fantasy world colours it with strange tinges. I love discussions about concepts and ideas so please feel free to comment. © 2018 Brian Lynch