They’re Not Me

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p><p id="4a9e">Why did they have to come Here, you ask, and what rude Conspiracies take breath Upon their outland tongues? Why can’t they dress like us, Waste Sunday on the couch Bitching about the refs? And who on earth gave them Permission to walk by Christ And change the name of God?</p><p id="d648">(Speaking of celestial Management, I’d like to See proof that your birthright Was more than a lucky Roll on Fate’s worn, green felt. No, it’s not misplaced and It is applicable, So let me set you straight. God has no favourites — nor Could have as our Creator.)</p><p id="9fbd">Peel away your tutored hate, Defy those ancient myths Selling paranoias That chain your compassion, Flay your common sense and Blind your sight to the truth — She requires air, too, He needs to eat, like you — You’ve no priority Over them on this earth.</p><p id="f43e">Resurrect your passion, Recall humanity From its squalid exile, Breach every leprous wall Religions name ‘faith,’ Stealing divinity To defile God’s own Grace Then charge for admission. We’re the same, equally Accessible to God.</p><p id="72bd">Get your shit together. You’ve wasted long enough Flaunting entitlements You have never deserved, Chasi

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ng insatiable Saturation without thought For cost or consequence Beyond the budding rush From fractured empathy And rotted compassion.</p><p id="2ed0">There’s no escape, only A growing weight of guilt Caught like the plaque that ruins Your smile, infects your Soul’s potential to shine With the sewage of shame So heavy not even Your gaze can glimpse What might have been, if not Squandered by preference.</p><p id="422d">A personal piece by <a href="undefined">Kerrie Gutierrez-Diaz</a>:</p><div id="7e8e" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/you-never-know-what-a-person-has-gone-through-91ee433396f4"> <div> <div> <h2>You Never Know What a Person Has Gone Through</h2> <div><h3>Learning wrong things early in my life, made me do wrong things also. All those things made me the strong person I am…</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*PtZY_Q-4LKK8MRxWuMZW-g.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

They’re Not Me

Sure, they’re alien to All you think of as yours, Pressing your boundaries Beyond the map’s clear edge, Introducing sudden And unforeseen changes That challenge your beliefs, Upset those assumptions You believed were firm and Righteous and eternal.

You say it’s just not fair, That no one asked you if It was okay for them To flee their homes, walk some Thousands of miles or, worse, Surrender all they owned For eight inches of bench In an open boat so Their children can reach for What you take for granted.

How they differ from you. Their English lacks your ease When they take your order, Pick your fruit and clean up Your careless filth and then Bear silent witness to Your intolerant hate, Knowing no answer will Swerve their blame for your Dwindling entitlements.

Why did they have to come Here, you ask, and what rude Conspiracies take breath Upon their outland tongues? Why can’t they dress like us, Waste Sunday on the couch Bitching about the refs? And who on earth gave them Permission to walk by Christ And change the name of God?

(Speaking of celestial Management, I’d like to See proof that your birthright Was more than a lucky Roll on Fate’s worn, green felt. No, it’s not misplaced and It is applicable, So let me set you straight. God has no favourites — nor Could have as our Creator.)

Peel away your tutored hate, Defy those ancient myths Selling paranoias That chain your compassion, Flay your common sense and Blind your sight to the truth — She requires air, too, He needs to eat, like you — You’ve no priority Over them on this earth.

Resurrect your passion, Recall humanity From its squalid exile, Breach every leprous wall Religions name ‘faith,’ Stealing divinity To defile God’s own Grace Then charge for admission. We’re the same, equally Accessible to God.

Get your shit together. You’ve wasted long enough Flaunting entitlements You have never deserved, Chasing insatiable Saturation without thought For cost or consequence Beyond the budding rush From fractured empathy And rotted compassion.

There’s no escape, only A growing weight of guilt Caught like the plaque that ruins Your smile, infects your Soul’s potential to shine With the sewage of shame So heavy not even Your gaze can glimpse What might have been, if not Squandered by preference.