I crave it to the point
that my skin splits
and my heart craves to throw itself
upon the rocks below.
I most recently realized
I hold no animosity in my heart.
Not for anyone – not even the idiots
that annoy ’cause they cannot use
the turn-signal before they come to a stop.
But every-time I speak
and give forth the truth of my heart
the recipient looks for the insult,
won’t believe the compliment,
hurries to throw ugliness back in MY face.
Are we so completely wounded
that we refused to see the truth
as something of love?
Have we lost the ability
to accept criticism?
If so, I weep
for that is the best means
to grow and gain as a person.
Have we sunk so low as a people?
A community? So sad.
If so, I want to kick
these dumb-ass rejects out of my way.
Where the fuck are my brethren?
They are suppose to be here with me.
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