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