Since the day I met you
You’ve been perched comfortably
On the fence between black and white.
Too lazy to explore either side
For fear you’ll enjoy too much of one.
You’ve made a home of
Safety and monotony,
Societal norms,
And mindless activities
Yet, you have the nerve to be confused
As to why I have a hard time respecting
Your opinions,
Your decisions...
...you.
You sit on that fence
Day in and day out
Unscathed, unbothered
With no battle wounds or blood loss
And expect to be respected
As if you have done anything at all
To warrant the honor.
About the Creator
danielle marie
i write because it is the only thing that makes me feel alive. i hope to influence others to find what their heart beats for.
IG: @eleven.twenty.four
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