objection

objection 1.20.15
is it old fashioned male privilege
that makes you think you speak for me
or your special case of arrogance
and pathetic attempt at superiority?

either way, of course i am angry
and i don’t need justification
or permission from anybody
i am a human and not under your authority

who are you to think you know me
when you make it clear i am beneath your attention?
you know nothing, old man
least of all my heart or intention

you call it empathy and think you can read my mind
fool, sightless fool, empathy is not condemnation
if you only knew–i am not like you
i must voice my objection

you cannot speak for me
i am not a brainless voiceless thing

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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