Killing by ignorance.

A poem about how i feel at work.

I can feel your eyes slitting my throat,

i notice these things,

The jagged edge of your gaze,

I hear the whispers that sufficate me,

you accuse me of atrocities?

you talk in your ignorant hate,

It's not i who decides your fate,

I can't sit in this little room for long,

The tension is destroying,

and strong,

Your blinded judgement, kills

I know your wicked because its path excites you,

you don't know who i am,

or where i'm from,

or where i'm going,

all you know is that i'm different,

that scares you.

The End

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