“I Have No Pride In Being That”
I have no pride in being that.
So stop trying to remind me.
I left that torture years ago,
I put it all behind me.
You dwell within the insular,
A stunted point of view.
The walls you build to keep those out,
Imprison only you.
You self-deceive and stagnate,
Refusing to evolve.
Choose ideas that reinforce,
A world view unresolved.
Your ignorance a well worn shield.
It guards against new found knowledge.
Your staunch unwillingness to yield,
A self-inflicted bondage.
You wine and gripe from privilege,
Blind to all advantage.
A patron saint to victimhood,
And mealy mouthed antics.
It is a shame, you reside there.
On land, storied in struggle.
Complacency, and abject fear,
surround you like a bubble.
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