You had it backwards

You pleaded with me not to see things in such stark relief

(Not your words I must admit)

And yet you were the one who made the ultimatums, who couldn’t bear the nuance, who insisted on blacks and whites

What irony that you made me worry that my own discernment was defective!

That “vigilance” distorted the lens of my experience

When you, whether for laziness or ineptitude, could not see

It was not me who refused to integrate the multiple overlapping truths

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