Suspicion

I should have listened to my gut

when it cringed with doubts, but

I wanted to believe it

wasn’t as bad as I perceived

all that talk of guns and

order being needed more than

understanding, empathy, justice

displaying woke’s weakness

 

I should have heard what you were saying

with your privilege, conveying

only shadows of equality,

suspected  roots of superiority

the faith I had in you destroyed

clarity ensued, you toyed

with me, virtually grooming

my will to bend, assuming

I wouldn’t realize what you hid

Yet, unfortunately, I did

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© Ellyn Mayfair 2024