Bigot
Casting stones
From a glass house you live in
Maybe take a look in the mirror
See what you really fear
Settled in a life you hate
The neighbors you constantly rate
By the house they own, the car they drive
Or the children they raise
You believe that you merit praise
Your life is so mundane with tedious schedules
Day in, day out
It’s jealousy that drives your bigotry
One day you’ll see
When your son or daughter comes home
And they’re just like me
They’ll realize too you’re just a bigot!
Posted on Wednesday, May 18, 2016, in creative writing, poems, Poetry, writing and tagged creative writing, poems, Poetry, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
Hello Rachel, Is there a way for me to contact you?by email maybe? there is a serious issue in my life that i need your personal advise on. I am some guy! (So ashamed to reveal my identity in public),26 years old. I too have a schizophrenic mother like… yours. I need to ask you a few questions and take note of your ocean of experience. this would help me a lot. I beg you. I repeat , I beg you show me a way to contact you. I beg you.