Who Are You

who are you to say that I’m unacceptable who are you, who are you to say that i am one of the untouchable variety forced to endure solitude while you sit on your pedestal of empty words void of meaning. even so, you look down as if i should be the one with a frown on my face who are you, who are you to say that i cannot be myself that i should not feel safe in my own home who are you, who are you masked creature that sings sweetly of equality and love and peace and kindness when those beneath you learn that to live is to suffer who are you to tell me that my own beliefs are invalid just because of who i am. who i am is not something for you to negotiate or contemplate i am who i am but who are you who are you who are you to tell me that I am worthless i am a text but who are you ask yourself because i have my own definition of you, that i am aware enough to know, isn’t the Truth not when you spin lies and try to convince me of their legitimacy not when you treat me with unfairness but preach as if you know what the word fair means you do not, i assure you so who are you you are one of a kind, but part of a larger entity an entity that labels people like me people that just want to find their place, a nook or cranny amidst suffocating animosity. i’ll sit and i’ll cry but at least i won’t lie to your face when i tell you that i am fine words can change lives but yours won’t change mine in the way that you’d like i use you, i use you, i use you. who are you to me? a means of progress.