Blame Game

 

You are the one that stifles my progress.

You put up barriers, then deny their existence.

You make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin.

You try to force me to conform to your ways.

You make me feel lesser.

You denounce my heritage.

You oppress my people.

You suppress my pride.

You widow our women; leave children fatherless and mothers without their babies.

You spew hate.

 

You destroy our community.

You glamorise and project violence, then feign ignorance.

You make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin.

You try to force guilt on me.

You make me feel weak.

You ignore my point of view.

You rape our women.

You steal from our children.

You corrupt our innocents.

You personify laziness.

 

You undress me with your eyes.

You ridicule and belittle me.

You make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin.

You ignore the blatant inequalities.

You make me feel vulnerable.

You are the glass ceiling.

You shame me.

You look at us with lust.

You force yourself upon me.

You scar my soul.