Anarchy

Re: Hate

I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt.

Because you, I know you were raised

With those heirloom sunglasses tight on your face

The tint sharpened your reflection, nothing else was clearer

The world your eager mirror.

But sometimes shadows tiptoed at the edge of your frames

Anomalies. You pushed them away.

Then the shadows started shouting, they wanted rights too

But they weren't people, the only people were people like you...

Take the sunglasses off.

Smash your mirror-window.

Because I am a shadow

And my birthright is gags and chains

Silence and pain.

Your privilege is normality

Remember that.

It lets you walk though doors

While we're left holding them open.

Thank you,

Makers of naked door frames.

Thank you,

Those who attack chains with mirror shards.

Thank you,

Those who work to give everyone a reflection.

But for the rest of you:

Does it hurt to sometimes

Look back and say

"Hi."

Not like a zookeeper to an animal.

Not like a child to a doll.

Like a potential friend to a potential friend?

Because then you'll realise

There are many, many people in a world so small

And the shadows were human after all.

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A/N: This poem is meant to read aloud.

Particularly to the people who won't let go of their sunglasses.