The Opposition

I think I could see the good in you
If I slapped you hard enough
for it to fall out.

But I think my hand would break first.

I hate your smugness, your arrogance,
your assuredness that resides in your
countenance and the flippant careless
words you fling.

You’re a lumper, a categorizer, a generalizer,
A stereotyper.

All to isolate and perpetuate the status quo.

What am I then,I ask?

A fucking asshole that hates you?
But I’m oh so much more.

I am your opposition, your reflection you look away from,
the child you have stomped into the ground, I am your
forgotten regrets, your hope, your Jiminy Cricket with
a baseball bat held high over your head,

and I will always be there to beat you back from the massacres
you wish to inflict,

Because you can only cheat death for so long.