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So Obtuse
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7d
Red or Blue
Do my politics matter to you?
What I say,
Who I stand for—
Red or blue?
You talk down to me
when I stand up for my right.
You call me stupid,
like what I believe has no place in the light.
Red or blue.
Every conversation—
a confrontation.
We don’t listen.
We just wait to speak.
We don’t hear each other.
We don’t see each other.
Red. Or blue.
But when I show up to work,
and you’re the one on the table—
heart exposed,
life hanging in the balance—
should I even stop to ask:
Red?
Or blue?
Because out here,
in the real world,
that line we draw in our minds—
it disappears.
When it’s life or death,
when it’s breath or no breath,
when it’s me and you—
I have to be red and blue
just to deal with you.
Not because I choose to,
but because I need to.
Because underneath the votes,
beneath the noise,
we are more than colors,
more than sides,
more than lines drawn to divide.
And maybe,
just maybe,
we could remember that—
before the next fight.
Red or Blue
I’m purple
Written by
So Obtuse
60/M/Ca
(60/M/Ca)
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