I don’t need you to pray for me,
feel sorry for me,
tell me I’m ugly
– or unhappy,
You don’t have to look at me.
I won’t apologize,
that will only give you permission
– to slap
– or mock me for eternity.
I tell you this:
I will march for you,
so you can be free.
I will march for me,
our future,
my family.
I won’t stop moving,
or fighting
– against
and for
you.
You have found peace
with the cockroach
that twitters at night
while you sleep in your bed.
That’s nice.
For you.
I will keep my eyes open
to the revolution
the injustice
the inequality:
Racism
Sexism
LGBTQIA
Environment
Healthcare
Education
Arts
Disability…
Don’t have pity,
Don’t pray for me
Pray for you,
But don’t tread on me.
~E
This poem is for those that use prayer for their own passive-aggression, not for my friends and family that pray out of their pure love.
I don’t think this is harsh. It’s honest.
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