Battered On Deck
Tomorrow it will be your turn.
Your turn to be beaten.
To get bruised.
To bleed.
Because you are wrong.
The wrong sex.
The wrong color.
Just wrong.
Tomorrow is your turn.
Your turn to be mocked.
To be shamed.
Because of how you look.
...or don't look.
To be harassed.
To be chastened and disowned.
By everyone you love.
Because of who you love.
...or don't love.
Tomorrow is your turn.
Your turn to lose:
Your job.
Your house.
Your dignity.
Your turn to beg and be ignored.
Because of what you wear.
...or don't wear.
Where you live.
...or don't live.
Tomorrow is coming.
And it will be your turn.
Your turn to get the letters.
The ones that tell you to die.
To kill yourself.
Because of who you are.
...or aren't.
Not because of anything you've chosen.
Not anything you've done.
...or not done.
Just because it's your turn.
And as bad as tomorrow is going to be
For you.
For others,
Tomorrow is just a repeat of today.
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
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