The Ugly Truth
I despise of having to be politically correct.
I shiver when someone calls me physical handicapped.
It sounds like they are trying to put cotton around the ugly truth,
and I throw the untarnished truth back in their face by calling myself a gimp.
And I do it with pride.
Also, every time I do it, I just smile sweetly when they cringe.
I wish the world would just go back where people speak the truth
without any hesitation or trying to make everyone feel warm and fuzzy.
Is it too much to ask everyone to take their rose-tinted glasses off and start
telling each other the ugly truth?
Copyright © W. Thomas Markham | Year Posted 2016
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