I live in a world that only listens to my voice when it benefits them, who feed me money to get quiet, make me drink the blood of those that my filthy words kills, but people yell at me all the time when my true words I heard. The flashing lights on the television screen pour acid onto my brain as they tell me these lies, oh these constant, constant, lies. The brutal honesty is hidden under the flames, and I burned my arms trying to grab them, people mock me for the damage of my arms rather than admit they spent their whole entire lives believing in something that was never true. The thing about this society is those who have hurt themselves to tell the truth are screamed at for being in pain, are spit on for mending our wounds, and tell me it’s my fault I put myself in harm’s way to prove the world wrong. But what if we are poisoned the minute we are born, an innocent baby pumped in slowly to believe what he or she is told to be right. I am no longer a child, but a free thinker.
But oppression makes me angry. Power makes me mad. Pride makes me anxious. Ignorance makes me sick.
How do I fight a war when the air I breathe is pure evil? When I am the target in a world so full of hatred, do I put my hands behind my head or do I make a fist? The enemies’ lips are stained with ashes of the people I love and respect all because they spoke out. How crazy is this civilization that streams a culture of loathe because they fear a culture of love?
I live in a world that hears the words they want to hear and sugarcoat oppression for love and make it taste like cake, force me to drink their bitter form of “equality”, but make sure I am harassed when I scream the truth, I was born with a fist in my mouth and a gun to my head.
