O what do I know
People hurt my feelings
and I learn to cope
Work is just for wages
are not for strangers
It does not matter
how I feel
but my behavior speaks volumes
and holds a mirror
for egotistical assholes
to peer into.
Deeming me to be moody
The absurdity infuriates me,
when I have only ever been gregarious and amenable
until your constant, sexist, inappropriate jokes
are no longer novel;
the rise you get
from getting a rise out of me
is so obvious and sicking;
and the frailty of your ego is outmatched only
by your emotional stupidity.
You hold a wall up in front of yourself,
between you, and those around you –
and walk around as if it has also somehow positioned you above us.
You step on people,
and look down your nose at them.
You believe this has somehow made you greater,
not recognizing those who have graciously lent you their greatness.
Thinking you are doing things faster and better.
That you, in fact, possess the shoulders of giants.
That you are one.
You step on people, just the same.
And we either keep up
or get the fuck out of the way.