I felt your outrage.

It exploded full blast.

Catching me sitting at the back of the room. Unaware.

Me, who neither shares your experience or your identity. Me, who you accuse of privilege. Who can never be one of you.

Why me?

Can’t you see that I am a lot like you?

Of course, you can’t.

And why should you?

It is, oh so familiar.

I felt your outrage.

Lashing out at authority

and those who resembled “the man.”

Cutting them down to size. Wanting them to suffer. Judging them in their place.

I pray that a tender memory will exist for you one day,          

as it now does for me.

Towards the imperfect ones.

I’m so much like they were.


It’s a joke to think that anyone is one thing. We’re all such complex creatures. But if I’m going to be a poster child for anything, anger’s a gorgeous emotion. It gets a bad rap, but it can make great changes happen. (Alanis Morissette)

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