“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.