There is something playing on the heart and in the head.
This doesn’t happen overnight,
This doesn’t happen on it’s own
Loss is a tragedy but not really a surprise.
Everywhere; hiding in plain sight.
Caused by people (are they even people)
who can’t represent anyone other than themselves.
(Now here’s the problem, the place to want to stop pretend not to see any of this or that.)
There have always been people
maybe there always will be.
If you shit on someone for long enough
don’t be surprised when they shit back...
It’s NOT an excuse
By many measures weren’t the suffragettes terrorists