There is a certain anger I dismissed
Pretending not to be ******
I part from the healthy rages
Letting people slide by
Because I could understand both sides
But each time
Boots treaded heavily
Marking my back painfully
Spikes buried deep inside of me
Till blood was all that I could see
I tore the better part of my anger
In a desire to be enlightened
And in exchange for this enlightened change
I got a fist to the face
And a pink slip that said
You are not welcome as this place