Group Nincompoop
I regret the sway, scope and exposure of groups
who perpetuate race and gender nincompoop.
Of course, we are all born equal, come on people!
Upheaval from such is ignorance most feeble.
I bemoan society’s rationality
that steers away from individuality.
When one gives a group all their personality
how shall they tend their own spirituality?
We cannot group-die, or group-rest as group-buried
or ascend with angels to heaven group-carried.
It oftentimes sparks my indignation to flame
when one wears a group identity as their name.
When someone thinks of a group as their family,
their life is a fantasy based on fallacy.
False are group words offering belonging and love,
true are individual zones, love toned above.
It’s normal that group help is a need life may bring
to grow from, not gives one’s soul in a blinding-cling.
... CayCay Jennings
December 20, 2018
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