The day buying bread becomes racist.
Offensive animal parts in holy grounds and sacred spaces within
one man's opinion begins a chorus of voices, accusatory, it wasn't me's, my ideals have been robbed from under my feet, in a circus where
everything is juggled
nothing gold catches our view
anything that falls and crashes are ignored in a shatter of absurdity. we shout even louder.
The day we make god racist
is the day we must check ourselves.
it is not the government, it is not the schools, it is not politics, it is not the other. it is the day we must look deep within ourselves and catch where we start seeing our discriminations before a human heart. is when we no longer recognize it, but we are slowly allowing hatred breed.
but then i am young, and disappointed, and will hold on to innocence to my very last breath.
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