Hey You!!!

You with the sign,

and the C-4 in your pocket;

Your righteous indignation camouflaged

only by that Cheshire cat grin.

Before you exact your toll on me,

Sentence me to my plight…

Walk a mile in my shoes.

I am a crack baby, born with A.I.D.S.

I am poor, adopting parents object

to the color of my skin, and I cry a lot.

I am the shameful bastard child

that reminds you of your indiscretion.

I am born to parents who not only hate each other,

but also hate me, because their one night of pleasure

resulted in a lifelong taxation.

I am neglected, beaten, raped, and abused,

as I am left in the competent

hands of the foster care system.

Your tax dollars guarantee

I receive my share of suffering.

You seek to make your religion everybody’s law!

How could a loving God condone this kind of torment?

I wish for you a swift and final reckoning…

That your private hell begins

with living out all of the lives,

of those you sought to bring forth

into an unforgiving world

where they were…


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