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.