Because you think it’s vibrant and you cannot be bothered with how it came to be.
Because you know it’s great and you cannot be bothered with how it fails you.
We’ve met, and since you found my words appalling, you’ve put a label on me.
As if a label of your choosing is all that it takes to make my words and my self less worthy.
You shout high and loud about equality and tolerance, yet all you can spare towards me is disdain and hatred.
You assume I own some truth and my stride is towards subjecting you to it, yet you are oblivious of my background and my intent.
My value and worth are there to acknowledge only if I agree and bounce your words back like an identity-less automaton.