Condescension
Do words hurt?
To be belittled,
talked down to,
dehumanized,
rejected of your very life.
To be objectified,
demeaned,
robbed of your mind
and spirit,
robbed of your individuality;
your very heart itself.
Do words hurt?
Or are they illusions?
Is equality a dream?
Do you notice it at all?
Walking day to day,
from place to place,
seeing the masses.
Do you feel their struggle?
Do you take the time to care?
To wonder if their lives are really equal,
like yours?
Do you dream in apathy?
Or are you awake in denial?
Do words hurt?
When used to steal.
Do words hurt?
When attacking,
when targeting,
when ostracizing,
humiliating;
or criticizing?
Do you have feelings too?
How would you feel?
If I talked down to you;
...in condescension?
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