when
will we stop
excusing
the ignorance that passes
for innocence
the buffoonery
that dilutes
the existence of greatness
within
will it stop
these embarrassing displays
of self-mutilation
this thinly disguised
self-hatred
these
out of proportion denials
of truth
the idiot box
on stations that carry
caricatures of nature
we slap nonsense
between two covers
and call it a book
we ignore our elders
disdain their advice
and make a mockery
of love
when will it cease
and desist
we call for
revolution
and wait for others
to change
our glass houses
are full of cracks and holes
a Wise One said
be the change you wish to see
but i guess the memo
wasn’t passed around
when will we be
at ease
and safe
in our skin
when will we stop believing
that different
means
inferior
that darkness is
a curse
that the streets
love us
and go home
when will we make a home
of acceptance
stop rejecting our youth
and deepen our roots
when
will we
be free
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