I am angry

I have to walk on fragile glass

While balancing in stilettos,

Worried not that I will get hurt -

No...worried that they will laugh

And see my failure as a reflection on us all.

I am angry.

That they only walk a tightrope

Held mere inches above the ground,

Where a soft safety net is held.

If they fail "it's okay, try again."

I am angry.

That they take something pure and

Pollute it with hate,

Introduce poison to our systems

So they won't have to hold the knife

Against our porcelain frames,

I am angry.

But they don't know it...yet.

I will be the gentle cloud

They willingly invite into their home

That turns into a storm.

A storm that will rage and rage

Until I am angry no more.