It's not my fault

   It's not my fault
      The racism of others
The greed
         The hate—

            These things I did not create.

   I am not THEM.



               and yet...

Here I bear the mark of Cain
Born of a system that oppresses Others

   for no GOOD reason.

   I tip toe
         I guard
I let others speak

   Does oppression of self (ac)count for anything?

Wait!
   I have been oppressed, too!
The System™ oppresses everyone.

Is the argument that I get to CHOOSE
         to be oppressed?
That true oppression means
      LACK of CHOICES?

I wish I had the money to prove you wrong.
All I can do is create art.

Bully

What is there to argue?
You already think you've won.
No sense in wasting breath,
Except you won't stop your bulldozer,
And you seem to be mistaken
On the definition of consent.

Why do you need to argue?
You already know you're right,
Although your statements are untrue
And your morals don't seem good.
Are you hearing what the world is saying?
Are you open to some change?

It's said to “be the change you want to see.”
Is what you want to see just more disharmony?